I really enjoy documenting the culture of sports — not the action so much as the reaction. The fanaticism. The devotion. The pure, unadulterated love of the game. There’s nothing else that unites people (or conversely divides people) quite like cheering on their favorite player or team. So it was in incredible experience getting to document a night at a lucha libre fight in Juarez’s Colonia Anahuac on this reporting fellowship. Three generations of family members turned up to watch luchadors of all skill levels — like Black Danger, Army Boy, Caballero Azul, Vertigo, Fantastic, and a legendary Exótico from Mexico City named Maximo — perform theatricals flips and hard-hitting slams as a narrative played out in the ring highlighting good vs. evil. And the entire time I had a camera in hand, and a huge smile on my face. —Melissa L.