I know I’m a little late on this, but maybe Lebron should consider rehabilitating his image by reviving this classic New York salsa band.
Speaking of brothas in the tropics, how about that classic moment when POTUS removed his suit jacket in a 90-degree aircraft hangar in San Juan? Then proceeded to butcher the pronunciation of every prominent Puerto Rican politician’s name. Well I guess they deserved it, right, for wanting statehood.
The most curious tactical political moment of the “day in the tropics”? Obama’s surprise lunch with PDP gubernatorial candidate Alejandro García Padilla. At Kasalta, of all places. God I miss that place. I can almost taste the croquetas.
They say he had the Medianoche.