The baby who determined the outcome of Super Bowl XXXVII

It was Monday, November, 4th 2002, and the Oakland Raiders had lost the last four games in a row after winning the first four games of the season. To make matters worse, the Raiders lost — in overtime — to their rival, the San Francisco 49ers the day before. The…

It was a Sunday morning in June 1995. David’s head was pounding from too many drinks. He’d attended a few college graduation parties the day before. Copious amounts of booze were consumed this time of year, and a twenty-one-year-old like David still had much to learn about self-control. He was…

“Hello?” I answered the hotel phone, trying to sound awake and certainly not hungover.

“Man, you’re still sleeping?! It’s 2pm,” Sharon snickered on the other end.

“Hey, I didn’t think it was kosher to make phone calls on Shabbat,” I said, understanding that observant Jews turn off their phones and…

Helen and I grabbed our bags and scampered through the front doors of the hotel. A broad-shouldered, average height man with impressive pearly whites stood behind the front desk.

“Welcome to the Bell Boutique Hotel. My name is Moshe. Are you checking in?” asked the man with the good-looking teeth…

Our flight to Israel was as comfortable as a four-hour flight could be. Helen read every magazine and newspaper she could get her hands on — she even flipped through a couple newspapers written in Hebrew.

As for me, I relaxed with a couple Gold Star beers. The extra TLC…

I was furious. I yelled, “I want to speak to your supervisor right now! I demand a full refund for our flights!”

A female Iberia Airlines customer service agent, who was just doing her job, responded, “Sir, the Federal Aviation Administration has not issued any travel restrictions from the U.S…

Day 1 (Wednesday)

I was showering when my wife barged into our master bathroom screaming, “I lost it! I lost it! I can’t find it!”

“What, Lori, your sex drive?” I responded sarcastically.

“No, I lost that a long time ago!” she responded. “Marc, you are such an asshole sometimes…

I grew up in a small countryside village outside Guadalajara, Mexico. I was three years old when I started helping my mom in the kitchen. She desperately needed assistance in the kitchen to cook for our family of eleven children. I was the third-youngest and I instinctively knew my mom…

Marcelino Raygoza

Chicano. Girl Dad. Futbolista. Raider Fan. Carnegie Mellon Grad. Short Story Junkie.

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