Dear Mexico

When I first met you, it was in Cancun and I had just finished battling your national team. Little did I know, some of your sons would become like family.

When Hector Hernandez and Horacio Llamas see me now; they call me brother. Pery Meza and I go to war against each other but we still laugh after the games. This is a just few of the many men who embraced me with open arms. Mexico, I apologize for how my President talks about you and treated some of your people. He doesn’t know shit about y’all. He doesn’t know everyone says good morning to each other (even if they don’t know one another) and that y'all love of God and family goes deeper than the ocean. Lucky for me, I do.

Mexico, I prayed, I played, I partied, and I cried with your children. I even made New Years wishes with a cup of grapes in front of me. Tengo madres llame me hijo. Escribió en español porque tengo mucho respecto por ti. Yo bebo cerveza de la casa y como mi comida muy picante por ti (jajaja, I’m still working on my Spanish).

Mexico, you watched me grow from a single man to a husband. My daughter went to school in Mazatlan and Torreon, places we now have people we call familia. I left for a while and came back as the Wolf.

Mexico, we share the aggression, the passion, and the endurance to hunt for what we want. The new and old generations have connected with us. Today, I say thank you with this shirt that connects me to you. Y’all know the rules.

Viva México!

Keem