I was pretty tired today. Must've been that blogging at two in the morning, then having to wake up early for work. Work wasn't the greatest, it was like all the crazies came about (I work with the government under the minister of family services and housing for my area, and no, it's not as cushy as it seems). I did take two naps though, one at lunch and one after work when I was driving around pointlessly. They did help. A lot. Fortunately, my excellent pal Keeley invited me over to help with her physics project to make a mousetrap car. I wasn't too good at it, all of my ideas were oddball ones, in spite of their possible merit. For example: Ice as a low-friction front wheel, skis instead of front wheels, caulking on the back wheels for grip and weight...
If this were the 19th century, I'd definitely be an inventor. But not the Da Vinci sort. I'm talking about one who would try to make steam-engine robots and other silly stuff, and fail miserably, all the while getting horribly disfigured by scalding vapour. But christ, steampunk stuff is awesome, though I hate the name. Beats gas, which is incredibly steep for me (please refer to: reasons why I'd sleep in an elementary school parking lot in the back of my car, where you will also find "having not been paid for that new job yet").
My magnum opus in a previous lifetime.
Regardless, come game time, I arrived a touch late. It was an indoor mens game, and the team we played must've had a squad of 17-19 compared to our measly 13. They came out really, really strong and rough, so I vouched to be a bit of a hard ass right back. We ended up tying it 1-1 at the half, and they came out sluggish. Unfortunately my team was pretty drained, and nobody looked up for running. We went down to a penalty and a controversial goal, at which point I was left alone on defense a couple times. I did manage to thwart two three on ones, one through cunning and skill and the other through a complete foul. It worked though, so I can't complain.
As a note, though, learn to jockey for those situations where I fouled the guy. I've got a horrible habit of not doing so.
There was also a huge prick on their team who I made it my goal to give a rough tackle to by the end of the game. He was the type (and I'm sure you know somebody just like it), who has a comment about everything. For example, he was "taking out the trash" when he first scored on us. It wasn't too great, but I retorted with that I would be "taking out his mother later on". I did eventually knock him over, but not as well as I was hoping for. I'm not usually like that either, but man, something about that guy just screamed "I'm just like the guy who bullied you in grade seven, and my head's still up my ass".
Otherwise, I played particularly well. I got open, I defended fairly well, I made good passes when available, but my team just didn't bring the conditioning today. And it's too bad they won't bring it in practice either. Ahh well, what can you do?
My team also became fairly frustrated, but in the end, it's just a game. They were fast, ruthless and played simple give-and-gos that my team couldn't pick up on, but they deserved the win and got it, 5-2. One goal was a penalty shot and two were own goals, but they still had us pinned in our end a good bit. Maybe I need to develop a more competitive attitude? As they say, and I'm not sure who, but somebody did say it;
"It's only a game if you're losing."
As a note, though, learn to jockey for those situations where I fouled the guy. I've got a horrible habit of not doing so.
There was also a huge prick on their team who I made it my goal to give a rough tackle to by the end of the game. He was the type (and I'm sure you know somebody just like it), who has a comment about everything. For example, he was "taking out the trash" when he first scored on us. It wasn't too great, but I retorted with that I would be "taking out his mother later on". I did eventually knock him over, but not as well as I was hoping for. I'm not usually like that either, but man, something about that guy just screamed "I'm just like the guy who bullied you in grade seven, and my head's still up my ass".
Otherwise, I played particularly well. I got open, I defended fairly well, I made good passes when available, but my team just didn't bring the conditioning today. And it's too bad they won't bring it in practice either. Ahh well, what can you do?
My team also became fairly frustrated, but in the end, it's just a game. They were fast, ruthless and played simple give-and-gos that my team couldn't pick up on, but they deserved the win and got it, 5-2. One goal was a penalty shot and two were own goals, but they still had us pinned in our end a good bit. Maybe I need to develop a more competitive attitude? As they say, and I'm not sure who, but somebody did say it;
"It's only a game if you're losing."
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