Hot Hot Heat

One other thing about the final of the Mexican league: it was 47 degrees Celsius, which if I remember correctly from my high school science classes is about 117 Fahrenheit, at the start of the game. Evidently, when they tried move the trophy at halftime to a more prominent position for the cameras, the guy who first picked it up burned his hands, so they had to toss the hunk of metal into a freezer for a few minutes. Maybe that explains Azul's relatively lethargic pace and lack of urgency.