I played with the Wannabees again today. Three of them showed up, and five is pretty much the bare minimum. They did have some people put onto their team from the league because there were originally only a couple of them, but they flaked out on them. That might be for many reasons. I won't get into that now, though.
So it was 4-5 (with keepers) for the first while. I ended up popping in a solo effort (finishing with a neat little sidestepping ball roll with the bottom of my shoe), but generally I spent my time defending and distributing. I mean, I can't come onto their team honorarily and just put it in myself every time, right? Son after another came onto the team, so we had a full squad and nothing more. This meant for a lot of playtime. We still lost 8-2 though. I felt completely alone out there, and I'm not even kidding. But that's alright, I suppose. I schooled the other guy who works for WRL in Winnipeg, Mike, very badly with one of my favourites, a sombrero. I also had a pass that I made with my ass, too. Interesting stuff.
Then a cute girl dressed as a bee and I traded candy while I shamelessly hid my burns. Yes, I consider myself a burn victim. Highlight of the night was when a guy decided to play in a full penguin suit He slipped everywhere, but it was incredibly funny. The cute girl also played as a bee. My other worker at WRL (same as the aforementioned) was sassing her for it, so afterwards I just told him to stop being an ass. I'll have to see if I can get him to apologize, that'd earn me serious 'I'm a good guy' recognition points. Sometimes Halloween is fantastic. Also, if anybody's curious, I'm having a huge girlnundrum (girl + conundrum = girlnundrum) right now. Pester away, if you so please. I'm in need of opinions.
After that game, I went over to the other gym to play with my own team. I forgot my indoor shoes (I really want to call them something other than shoes, but boots is too English and there's really nothing else), but it didn't matter. I assisted a goal to tie both teams at 1, then I assisted three more later in the game. The coup-de-grace came when I flicked a ball over a girl's head to a teammate, she headed it down, I ran, got it, passed to a man in the corner, then went in for the give-and-go*. I got the ball back promptly and one-timed it into the net. I also had a couple goalline clearances and a couple scuffed shots, but all was well in the end, we won 8-3.
Now for my focus to shift to school somewhat for two-and-a-little days. An exam tomorrow and then the day after (which I have done no reading for, nor have I gone to class), followed by a paper that I haven't even thought about due Friday. Time for some late nights. Fortunately, after this, midterms and papers are done, with finals beginning in a month, but they're really no problem.
And to the faithful - I'm not missing that game tomorrow unless I get third-degree burns.
*Note: I will sometimes refer to the 'Give-and-Go' as a Guy Van Gogh, after a good friend of mine. Send him my regards if you see him, he looks like this:
So it was 4-5 (with keepers) for the first while. I ended up popping in a solo effort (finishing with a neat little sidestepping ball roll with the bottom of my shoe), but generally I spent my time defending and distributing. I mean, I can't come onto their team honorarily and just put it in myself every time, right? Son after another came onto the team, so we had a full squad and nothing more. This meant for a lot of playtime. We still lost 8-2 though. I felt completely alone out there, and I'm not even kidding. But that's alright, I suppose. I schooled the other guy who works for WRL in Winnipeg, Mike, very badly with one of my favourites, a sombrero. I also had a pass that I made with my ass, too. Interesting stuff.
Then a cute girl dressed as a bee and I traded candy while I shamelessly hid my burns. Yes, I consider myself a burn victim. Highlight of the night was when a guy decided to play in a full penguin suit He slipped everywhere, but it was incredibly funny. The cute girl also played as a bee. My other worker at WRL (same as the aforementioned) was sassing her for it, so afterwards I just told him to stop being an ass. I'll have to see if I can get him to apologize, that'd earn me serious 'I'm a good guy' recognition points. Sometimes Halloween is fantastic. Also, if anybody's curious, I'm having a huge girlnundrum (girl + conundrum = girlnundrum) right now. Pester away, if you so please. I'm in need of opinions.
After that game, I went over to the other gym to play with my own team. I forgot my indoor shoes (I really want to call them something other than shoes, but boots is too English and there's really nothing else), but it didn't matter. I assisted a goal to tie both teams at 1, then I assisted three more later in the game. The coup-de-grace came when I flicked a ball over a girl's head to a teammate, she headed it down, I ran, got it, passed to a man in the corner, then went in for the give-and-go*. I got the ball back promptly and one-timed it into the net. I also had a couple goalline clearances and a couple scuffed shots, but all was well in the end, we won 8-3.
Now for my focus to shift to school somewhat for two-and-a-little days. An exam tomorrow and then the day after (which I have done no reading for, nor have I gone to class), followed by a paper that I haven't even thought about due Friday. Time for some late nights. Fortunately, after this, midterms and papers are done, with finals beginning in a month, but they're really no problem.
And to the faithful - I'm not missing that game tomorrow unless I get third-degree burns.
*Note: I will sometimes refer to the 'Give-and-Go' as a Guy Van Gogh, after a good friend of mine. Send him my regards if you see him, he looks like this:
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