Bad Press

Torreón is on the cover of the national news websites for all the wrong reasons: Santos coach Daniel Guzmán, less than a year removed from a championship and two removed from saving the team from relegation, is out. I'll miss chuckling at him picking his nose and contorting his body in all manner of unflattering positions on the sidelines. Guzmán is a good coach who's gotten some bad breaks this year; if Santos hadn't turned two different wins into ties in the closing minutes this season, he'd probably still have his job. But that's life as a coach in Mexican soccer, where the hook is quicker than it is for a hung-over reliever who's walked the bases loaded on 12 pitches. 

More alarmingly, five people riding in a car on a highway just outside of town were shot to death earlier tonight. There'd been a lot of rumors about something bad happening this evening over the past couple of days. ("My cousins friend's ex-girlfriend is now going out with a soldier, and his boss told him...") This explosion of rumors happens from every so often, and maybe half the time something occurs that seems to justify the concern. Of course, most of the violence here isn't preceded by any gossip, and you would have a pretty good chance of any night chosen at random bearing witness to a violent act, so maybe it's all just coincidence.