Both Harry Redknapp and John Madden respectively, in their semi-haydays.Notice a similarity? Maybe it's the constantly spaced-out looked, or maybe it's the fact that they both explain the blatantly obvious (thank you, Stephen).
Last night I was reffing. I ended up playing two games and getting paid for four hours, so it's a pretty good deal. I played with the Wannabees again, and this time I had the gall to tell their goalie, who smelled pretty bad, to wash his brown, smelly, crusty sweat rag. He kept that thing on his net, so he sort of scared me off when I was trying to defend. For some reason, when I was on the bench for their team, he kept looking at me after he'd try a move (and routinely fail). I could be a little creeped out by this, but I'll choose to just treat it like anything else.
Between him, a guy wearing what could be considered bowling shoes, a girl with "no left foot" which really turned out to be no (figurative) foot at all, and another guy, and myself, we lost the game 6-2. I scored one with the usual end-to-end run, and assisted the other. I'd really hate to talk negatively about people, but for the sake of conversation, this was just one motley crew that was better suited for beer-drinking than soccer. Then again, beer drinking is extremely well suited for everybody, but only in moderation. And if you're older than eighteen.
In the other game I had, with Cool Beans, there were 6 of us, two of them girls. They were playing all game, and thankfully they were really good. One girl, Hannah, had a particularly good game. The strangest thing happened between us, I went to give her a high five, and we ended up holding hands for a second. Kinda weird, kinda awkward, very hilarious. She ended up scoring the goal that tied it for us at 2-2 with an incredible volley.
Tonight I'll be with the White Eagles. Should be an interesting one, by all accounts, as it always is. I think we've got an advantage going into this one, against a team called Red Dogs FC. I swear I've played a co-ed version of them before, and I could also swear that we've beaten them. However, a little-known fact about me is that I'm really into statistics, and today's are looking good. Two games into the season you can't look too deep into the standings, but you can look at the results:
White Eagles FC 0 - 6 Equal Opps
Equal Opps 8 - 0 E+A United
E+A United 11 - 3 Red Dogs FC
Results show that E+A United are horrible compared to Equal Opps, while White Eagles FC registers as only a "quite bad". From this, we can deduce that we are only marginally better than E+A United, who are hideously better than Red Dogs FC. According to my logic, that makes White Eagles FC astronomically better than Red Dogs FC. Let's hope that this is the truth.
The number one thing on my mind is hoping that guy washes his rag for next week. And that essay.
Tune in next time to figure out which type of pasta noodle is the best.
Last night I was reffing. I ended up playing two games and getting paid for four hours, so it's a pretty good deal. I played with the Wannabees again, and this time I had the gall to tell their goalie, who smelled pretty bad, to wash his brown, smelly, crusty sweat rag. He kept that thing on his net, so he sort of scared me off when I was trying to defend. For some reason, when I was on the bench for their team, he kept looking at me after he'd try a move (and routinely fail). I could be a little creeped out by this, but I'll choose to just treat it like anything else.
Between him, a guy wearing what could be considered bowling shoes, a girl with "no left foot" which really turned out to be no (figurative) foot at all, and another guy, and myself, we lost the game 6-2. I scored one with the usual end-to-end run, and assisted the other. I'd really hate to talk negatively about people, but for the sake of conversation, this was just one motley crew that was better suited for beer-drinking than soccer. Then again, beer drinking is extremely well suited for everybody, but only in moderation. And if you're older than eighteen.
In the other game I had, with Cool Beans, there were 6 of us, two of them girls. They were playing all game, and thankfully they were really good. One girl, Hannah, had a particularly good game. The strangest thing happened between us, I went to give her a high five, and we ended up holding hands for a second. Kinda weird, kinda awkward, very hilarious. She ended up scoring the goal that tied it for us at 2-2 with an incredible volley.
Tonight I'll be with the White Eagles. Should be an interesting one, by all accounts, as it always is. I think we've got an advantage going into this one, against a team called Red Dogs FC. I swear I've played a co-ed version of them before, and I could also swear that we've beaten them. However, a little-known fact about me is that I'm really into statistics, and today's are looking good. Two games into the season you can't look too deep into the standings, but you can look at the results:
White Eagles FC 0 - 6 Equal Opps
Equal Opps 8 - 0 E+A United
E+A United 11 - 3 Red Dogs FC
Results show that E+A United are horrible compared to Equal Opps, while White Eagles FC registers as only a "quite bad". From this, we can deduce that we are only marginally better than E+A United, who are hideously better than Red Dogs FC. According to my logic, that makes White Eagles FC astronomically better than Red Dogs FC. Let's hope that this is the truth.
The number one thing on my mind is hoping that guy washes his rag for next week. And that essay.
Tune in next time to figure out which type of pasta noodle is the best.
2 comments:
played red dogs in outdoor for summer season 2007. we lost 2-1
I recall that.
Turns out I exacted our revenge, 6-2. I scored 2, assisted one, and then created another.
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