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Monday, December 13, 2004

No Time for Losers 'Cause We are the Champions

I WIN! Hooray! This weekend marked the State Finals soccer tournament.

Game 1: We lose, 1-0, everyone is in total shock that we lost to the chunkasauruses. The ref was terrible, but no one will truly believe me because that's what everyone says when they lose, but this ref has done one of our games before. It was last season, but he shockingly remembered everything about us, even some of the players. He pointed to a few of them before the game began, namely the girls that tend to have calls against them, and told us that he's sorry if "one of the refs has something against [us], but that's just the way it goes." Wow.

Game 2: We win, 6-0, I scored the second goal when it seemed like it mattered to score, but unfortunatly for me the next four made my goal unnecessary. It's the first I've scored in like 5 games, but then again I usually play defensive mid, meaning I'm supposed to defend more than attack. This game gave us 10 points. The team we lost to tied and gained 5 more points to give them 13. The team we just beat this game now still has 8, because they won their first game, andt he last team has 5 because they tied the fat team.

Game 3: It all came down to the last game. It was anybody's tournament based on the standings. The only way we could win was if the fatties lost or tied and we got a win. The team we were playing was the other team from the Eastern District called "The Heat". Now, that's a pretty stupid name, but compared to my team, "The Starzz", it's pretty fricking awesome. Oh, I am so ashamed of that name... Anyway, we tied this team last weekend 0-0, so this was an interesting match up. They're a physical team, and we're not, so they already have an advantage. What really bothered me about them was that after the game last weekend their coach came up to our coach and said "We're going to beat you next weekend." Number 1: How old is he, 6? Number 2: No, no you're not. Pre-game warm-ups are the worst we've ever had. It was so terrible, maybe even laughable. We did a 3 vs. 2 drill and not a single shot made it on goal, on the rare shots that we were able to make. Then we did what's called the "star drill" and maybe 2 shots hit the net. It was absurd. Then, since it was our last game, possibly ever, Megan, Lettie, Stephanie, and myself were the captains. We were home team and "The Heat" won the toss so they got the wind and we got the sun in our eyes. Not a good start already. The game begins and, not surprisingly, we're off to a rough start. Somehow Stephanie manages to go back post and score off a cross, so 1 point for us. Then somewhere around 15 minutes before half they score a goal; shame on the left defender who wasn't on their mark. I think it might have been Kelsi. Anyway, that made it a tie, 1-1. The next half we started to pick up the pace a little and landed another in the net, all the while watching the game between the two other teams in our bracket whose game would determine our placing. We would celebrate when the white team would score, another team called the "Stars", but spelled correctly, because their victory would mean our victory. Their game ends in a tie, 2-2, meaning that if we kept up our score of 2-1, we would statistically be the winners of the tournament. Well, we won. Hooray for us. Victory is mine.

It was my last year to play, and quite possibly my last club game ever. It was best to end in a State Championship. I was praying to Bob that Megan's pre-game CD had "We are the Champions" on it, and I thanked Bob when she started it up. It was awesome. Then we went to Cici's so I could get a head start on gaining lots of weight now that I don't have a sport to play. I was thinking about Track, because I love running, but I only love running when I'm not being forced. Kat says that Tennis has a spring season, but I've never played before. Of course, they don't require any running at all, at least I mean they don't force you to run sprints during practice or anything. Plus they have cute tennis outfits that I could wear, and I really don't have anything cute ever, so if I can wear it during a sport, that'll be just fine with me. Plus I'll at least have Kat to talk to, or she'll do that thing like she did at the Christmas party where she was like "I'll be right back," and 45 minutes later she's still not there. I'm not unhappy about it, I think it was rather amusing, actually, but I'm not sure I'd be as big of a fan if it happened over and over and over again.

3 Comments:

Blogger Flying Gerbil King said...

Oh!, So cool. I wish my team was still good. We had an awesome team many years ago, but we were so spread out age wise and otherwise that people have graduated and moved away... it's a very sad thing. Your play by play had me 'till the end, even though I knew how it ended. Wow, what an awesome one to go out on. Who knows, maybe scorpians white will wipe up in the spring, but I doubt it. It is sobering to realize "wow, if we don't win this, it may well be my last soccer game" that's pretty scary.
>> I don't picture you joining Tennis for the 'cute outfits' though you're certainly welcome to. It occurs to me that I can't picture you playing tennis, because you always look very composed. Even when I've seen you play soccer you're composed, ne'er a hair out of place. I'm sure that's wrong and absurd, but I can't form a picture of you in my head holding a tennis raquet, racing back and forth flushed with heat, and sweat-drenched hair obscuring your vision. It just doesn't fit. But hey, go for the cute outfits any day. Maybe you can convince the coaches to call you all: Girl's Buck Tennizz.

11:32 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Awesome job with the games! I quit a year too soon. Or maybe that's why you people won this year...yeah, that's why.

Join track. It's fin. I mean...*squints at script held in hand* Fun. It's fun. Yes. Lot's of fun.

6:14 PM  
Blogger Julie said...

First off, I have to commend you all for actually reading the whole thing. I hadn't realized it was so long when I originally typed it up. It's sort of Trevor-sized: extremely long and eventually your eyes just get so tired of staring at the screen that you give up about a paragraph before the end... or maybe that's just me. Anywho, tennis could be fun, and I think Phillip may be right about the whole "not picturing it" thing, but you never know. Jessica Yarberry says she's going to be the tennis manager since she isn't playing school soccer either, so if Kat blows me off at least I'll have Jessica.

9:27 PM  

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