It hit me on the ride home:
I'm afraid of rejection.
It's the reason I don't ask out as many girls as I should, it's the reason I flaked on Maples Juventus earlier this year. Knowing this, I think I've got an excellent weapon on my side now.
I'm afraid of rejection.
It's the reason I don't ask out as many girls as I should, it's the reason I flaked on Maples Juventus earlier this year. Knowing this, I think I've got an excellent weapon on my side now.
Futsal. Note the smaller ball and the additional requirement of technical skill (not shown). Garishness optional.Tonight's futsal match was pretty fun, we had 6 outfield players in a 4-out-a-side game. My team, Fury (finally, a team with a decent name, sorry Team G and White Eagles), is basically a group of people from all walks of the planet - an older Croatian (?) named Jahan is our captain/coach. I played forward, and played the first half to stretch the defense when I was attacking. I felt my style of running around like a madman worked well in the game, I caused a few mismatches and got open quite a lot, but a combination of teammates that weren't looking up, being greedy, and not being familiar with me ultimately led to nothing offensive from me in the first half. I used a plethora of defensive moves that I never thought I had, and the half was going well. We had it tied at 2 apiece.
At half time, we smoothed our strategy out a little - pass more, move more, and specifically to me, don't stretch the defense.
This got me into the game way more, and I had a few good creations in the second half. I almost had two assists, one where I made a blind pass to another forward standing in front of the net, and another where I had the ball in a goalie and defender vs. 2 attackers. The defender came to me, so I put a through-ball pass right between his legs. Now, if my other attack was actually a worse player, it'd have worked, but a combination of him cutting to stay open as I passed and a lack of chemistry (which will come) led to a missed chance. At the end of it all, we went home (or in my case, stayed at work) with the 4-3 win.
There are a couple arm-using players in that league, which is great because I need to learn how to use my arms. In particular, one guy pushed me quite a lot, but I was able to stand up to it, which was nice. A friend who was watching (and playing dodgeball later at the same gym, which I was going to referee for) mentioned that the guy really tried to have it out with me when we were vying for the ball, but thankfully nobody was hurt. Speaking of, that gym has a gruesome story about it. I'll explain shortly.
After the game, I got dodgeball up and running, then spoke with Jahan. I asked what I could work on, and he told me that all aspects of my game were good to very good. I felt he was sugar-coating it as I am definitely not technically up to par with these guys, but my opportunity creation was good, albeit not significantly better than everybody elses'.
His suggestion was for me to get my fitness up. I suppose he could've asked for me to work on my touch, but maybe, just maybe, that means my touch is good enough for now. It's strange though, I felt my fitness was the best part of my game - I spent it running into deep open spots then tracking back to get enough men on defense. Needless to say, there was a lot of sprinting involved. The unfortunate (?) thing about working on my fitness is that I will have no time for it, at least this week. In addition to two exams and a paper, the indoor season is now in full swing, and I have a game every night until Thursday.
Near the end of our conversation, Jahan then pulled out a bit of a surprise from his hypothetical bag of Croatian tricks. You'll have to wait until the end of the entry for this little curio, though.
At any rate, about that gym being a deathtrap - last Thursday, I was refing dodgeball in the same gym. I did not see it, but I definitely heard it. One of the fire-extinguisher holders that was jutting out and suspended from the wall took a swing at this poor guys skull. Blood ran like the Nile, and thankfully people didn't exaggerate the situation. The blood pouring down his neck was pretty (dare I say) cool looking, and he seemed to be all there mentally. The fire department and then paramedics came anyway, and all was dealt with in an orderly fashion, and he was carted off.
The grossest part about it all, however, was the wad of hair and head-juice that was left on the extinguisher case afterward. I thought about leaving it as an overnight present, but then morality got the best of me.
The best part that would've been about leaving the wad of hair? The gym belongs to an elementary Christian school.
Maybe I should have ended it there, but there are two more small parts to this particularly long post, and now I need a segue.
In dodgeball, I laid the groundwork to ask out this cute girl who acted as scorekeeper for me. Next week, I am putting into motion a well-laid but not well-played plan. We'll just have to see, I suppose. And yes Derek, I did talk to her.
And finally, the bomb that Jahan dropped on me was that he offered to get me onto one of a few of the top indoor premier teams in Winnipeg. He mentioned Lucania, Sons of Italy, and Blue Blazers. I was flabbergasted, and I get to talk to him next week about it. Course I would like to go back to Maples Juventus and show them what I can do, but any opportunity is just that.
This time, I am promising myself not to bugger it up.
Also, I could very well be the busiest person in the world if this all goes as planned. Two jobs, five teams, four classes, and maybe, just maybe, a girlfriend.
At half time, we smoothed our strategy out a little - pass more, move more, and specifically to me, don't stretch the defense.
This got me into the game way more, and I had a few good creations in the second half. I almost had two assists, one where I made a blind pass to another forward standing in front of the net, and another where I had the ball in a goalie and defender vs. 2 attackers. The defender came to me, so I put a through-ball pass right between his legs. Now, if my other attack was actually a worse player, it'd have worked, but a combination of him cutting to stay open as I passed and a lack of chemistry (which will come) led to a missed chance. At the end of it all, we went home (or in my case, stayed at work) with the 4-3 win.
There are a couple arm-using players in that league, which is great because I need to learn how to use my arms. In particular, one guy pushed me quite a lot, but I was able to stand up to it, which was nice. A friend who was watching (and playing dodgeball later at the same gym, which I was going to referee for) mentioned that the guy really tried to have it out with me when we were vying for the ball, but thankfully nobody was hurt. Speaking of, that gym has a gruesome story about it. I'll explain shortly.
After the game, I got dodgeball up and running, then spoke with Jahan. I asked what I could work on, and he told me that all aspects of my game were good to very good. I felt he was sugar-coating it as I am definitely not technically up to par with these guys, but my opportunity creation was good, albeit not significantly better than everybody elses'.
His suggestion was for me to get my fitness up. I suppose he could've asked for me to work on my touch, but maybe, just maybe, that means my touch is good enough for now. It's strange though, I felt my fitness was the best part of my game - I spent it running into deep open spots then tracking back to get enough men on defense. Needless to say, there was a lot of sprinting involved. The unfortunate (?) thing about working on my fitness is that I will have no time for it, at least this week. In addition to two exams and a paper, the indoor season is now in full swing, and I have a game every night until Thursday.
Near the end of our conversation, Jahan then pulled out a bit of a surprise from his hypothetical bag of Croatian tricks. You'll have to wait until the end of the entry for this little curio, though.
At any rate, about that gym being a deathtrap - last Thursday, I was refing dodgeball in the same gym. I did not see it, but I definitely heard it. One of the fire-extinguisher holders that was jutting out and suspended from the wall took a swing at this poor guys skull. Blood ran like the Nile, and thankfully people didn't exaggerate the situation. The blood pouring down his neck was pretty (dare I say) cool looking, and he seemed to be all there mentally. The fire department and then paramedics came anyway, and all was dealt with in an orderly fashion, and he was carted off.
The grossest part about it all, however, was the wad of hair and head-juice that was left on the extinguisher case afterward. I thought about leaving it as an overnight present, but then morality got the best of me.
The best part that would've been about leaving the wad of hair? The gym belongs to an elementary Christian school.
Maybe I should have ended it there, but there are two more small parts to this particularly long post, and now I need a segue.
In dodgeball, I laid the groundwork to ask out this cute girl who acted as scorekeeper for me. Next week, I am putting into motion a well-laid but not well-played plan. We'll just have to see, I suppose. And yes Derek, I did talk to her.
And finally, the bomb that Jahan dropped on me was that he offered to get me onto one of a few of the top indoor premier teams in Winnipeg. He mentioned Lucania, Sons of Italy, and Blue Blazers. I was flabbergasted, and I get to talk to him next week about it. Course I would like to go back to Maples Juventus and show them what I can do, but any opportunity is just that.
This time, I am promising myself not to bugger it up.
Also, I could very well be the busiest person in the world if this all goes as planned. Two jobs, five teams, four classes, and maybe, just maybe, a girlfriend.
2 comments:
ya know greggers if you aren't afraid of rejection when you ask the girl out, she's probably isn't the one for you
and way to use the free advertising site known as facebook
That's a good point, but what of feeling comfortable and welcome around a damsel?
And what of being fearless like a viking?
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