Is there any wonder why everything in Mexico seems to be variations on a theme of brown? It had been a busy day, I did not feel like going out, so I sat on the big balcony overlooking the ocean, the beach, and the northern section of the city as it terraced up into the mountains. Gigantic waves were crashing onto the beach with a steady, rhythmic roar, there was a breeze blowing in off the ocean, the sky was brilliant from a billion stars, but it was as hot as an oven. I was rather suprised because I was watching the finals on the Atlanta NBC affiliate - local Atlanta news live on the west coast of Mexico too. I sat in the condominum high above the Playa Los Muertos on the Pacific Ocean and watched the NBA finals between my Chicago Bulls and whatever team they heppened to be playing this year (the opposing team does not matter as we come to think of the NBA finals as our annual end of spring event in Chicago).