Ricky Alvarez

De la pandilla toda la vida. Guitar and Drum Player. Product Design Engineer

[Ricky Alvarez @rickie94]

#F1drivers as #NFL QBs… a thread

@F1 @ESPNF1 @NFL

[Invictos @InvictosSomos]

¿Si vieron que España empató ante Cabo Verde? ¿Si vieron que Portugal no pudo con Congo? ¿Si vieron que Uruguay se dejó puntos ante Arabia Saudita? Leyendo a varios, parece que perdimos por goleada y estamos al borde de la eliminación. Claro que se puede y se tiene que mejorar, pero esto es LA COPA DEL MUNDO. Este es el torneo más exigente de todo el planeta. Cada triunfo se debe disfrutar al máximo. Y avanzar como LÍDERES DE GRUPO SIN RECIBIR GOL se tiene que valorar. Entendamos dónde estamos y cuál es el escenario, por favor. Venga, México. Que se puede firmar una Copa del Mundo histórica.

[FIFA World Cup @FIFAWorldCup]

🇲🇽 Mexico have qualified for the Round of 32!

#FIFAWorldCup

[ESPN FC @ESPNFC]

Friends forever ❤️

[Ramardo @Ramardoh1]

Congoleño / Singoleño

[Invictos @InvictosSomos]

EL MEJOR JUGADOR DE TODOS LOS TIEMPOS.

SIN NINGÚN PERO.

SIN DEBATE.

SIN DISCUSIÓN.

[Invictos @InvictosSomos]

ES EL MEJOR JUGADOR DE LA PERRA GALAXIA POR LOS SIGLOS DE LOS SIGLOS. AMÉN.

[WORLD VIEW @beauti_animals]

Be honest, Answer without doing any cheating, Where is this place??

a) Japan 🇯🇵
b) Mexico 🇲🇽
c) Spain🇪🇸
d) Chile 🇨🇱

[nabetaku＠exMTY @nabetaku_mty]

これから2戦目モンテレイに移動する日本サポーターも出てくると思います。モンテレイは牛肉、豚肉、鶏肉と肉が美味い街！
屋台は勇気ないしって方はぜひEl Poll Locoへ！モンテレイ発祥の鳥ローストのファーストフード。独自の1回蒸して焼き上げた鳥をサルサとトルティージャで食べてみてー！

[The Touchline | 𝐓 @TouchlineX]

📸 - THIS IS NOT THE ALLIANZ ARENA, BUT IT HAS EUROPEAN QUALITY!

THIS IS THE BBVA STADIUM IN MONTERREY, MEXICO! ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL STADIUMS IN THE WORLD! 🇲🇽💫

[Svensk Fotboll @svenskfotboll]

📍 Monterrey Stadium

[Swaggy Unc, IQ 267 @swaggyunc]

Eating in Mexico coming from England or Scotland has got to be a transcendent experience. Like seeing colors for the first time

[New Orleans Pelicans @PelicansNBA]

We can confirm Freddy is real, is German and loves New Orleans 👏

[Jeffrey Ptak @syouth1]

Chicago showing out on an absolutely picture perfect day.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.

Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.

I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."

"They just come with the table, man."

They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.

This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.

I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.

"Did we…?"

"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."

Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.

My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."

Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.

I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.

Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.

I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.

Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.

I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.

In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.

"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.

"Honey, that's what it looks like."

The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."

I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.

I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.

It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.

"Well?" the waitress asked.

"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."

"Everybody does, hon."

Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.

Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.

I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.

It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

[La Diabólica ❤️ @ShikaDiabolic]

⚡ Coreanos en USA 🇺🇸 / Coreanos en México 🇲🇽

[Nicolás Cadena @nicocadena_]

🔥🇲🇽 Maná se pasó el juego de la vida del cantante.

Increíble ambiente y extraordinaria energía.

TODO EL ESTADIO AZTECA CANTANDO EL OYE MI AMOR.

[El Rudo G 🇲🇽 @ElRudoG]

Yo el 2023: vale vrg la selección
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Yo el 2025: vale vrg la selección
Yo el 11 de Junio de 2026 a la 13:00 pm:

[Jǔrgen Flöpp©️🇲🇽 @JurgensF_MX]

Yo al rato en la sala de mis casa