You realize at times you have a good job when you're doing exactly what you want to do later in life, and getting paid for it. I played two games tonight while reffing, due to one team being my team and another being a team short of players (the Wannabees, as usual).
The Beans played the third place team, the Flood Minotaurs at eight. We ended up losing 4-3, but we played well. I felt I had a great game, including a fantastic goal line clearance, kind of like Andrea Dossena did against Rangers. Also worth noting was that a really cute girl that plays with the Flood Minotaurs was not there, unfortunately.
It was pretty nice, I was on the ground and I had a kick at it just before one of their players got a foot on it. Also worth noting was our goalies efforts today, including a Robert Enke-esque moment.
At another point, a guy told me to bring it on, so I did. I beat him with my semi-trademark back heel wall pass, ran down the line, beating another guy in the process, and found my teammate (who scored). Shows him to tell me to bring it on.
I found that my team has a couple people with bad tempers today. One guy in particular pretty much slapped my hand off when I went to shake his hand after the game, and he complained about a call of mine. Not like I can call it any other way, can I? Another gal complained to me about one of our weaker players while on the bench, and I get where she's coming from, but really, what can you do about it?
The game with the Wannabees was against the second place team, so you can imagine how that went. At half, it was 7-0, so I asked the other team if we could switch it up for some fun. They did, and fun was had, so it seemed. The Wannabees also asked if they could join my team, and I said I'd ask, but as far as the answer goes, it's probably going to be a no, as our team already is full. The league had assigned some of the registration stragglers to play with them, but it wasn't to be, most likely because they are somewhat frustrating to play with for most people serious about soccer. I don't know what will happen with them. I was changing and had my shirt off when she asked, and I didn't really hear her properly, so when I answered, I just sort of guessed what she had said, and it lead to myself saying the same things over again, because she didn't really walk away. Or maybe she was admiring my chest hairs.
The Beans played the third place team, the Flood Minotaurs at eight. We ended up losing 4-3, but we played well. I felt I had a great game, including a fantastic goal line clearance, kind of like Andrea Dossena did against Rangers. Also worth noting was that a really cute girl that plays with the Flood Minotaurs was not there, unfortunately.
It was pretty nice, I was on the ground and I had a kick at it just before one of their players got a foot on it. Also worth noting was our goalies efforts today, including a Robert Enke-esque moment.
At another point, a guy told me to bring it on, so I did. I beat him with my semi-trademark back heel wall pass, ran down the line, beating another guy in the process, and found my teammate (who scored). Shows him to tell me to bring it on.
I found that my team has a couple people with bad tempers today. One guy in particular pretty much slapped my hand off when I went to shake his hand after the game, and he complained about a call of mine. Not like I can call it any other way, can I? Another gal complained to me about one of our weaker players while on the bench, and I get where she's coming from, but really, what can you do about it?
The game with the Wannabees was against the second place team, so you can imagine how that went. At half, it was 7-0, so I asked the other team if we could switch it up for some fun. They did, and fun was had, so it seemed. The Wannabees also asked if they could join my team, and I said I'd ask, but as far as the answer goes, it's probably going to be a no, as our team already is full. The league had assigned some of the registration stragglers to play with them, but it wasn't to be, most likely because they are somewhat frustrating to play with for most people serious about soccer. I don't know what will happen with them. I was changing and had my shirt off when she asked, and I didn't really hear her properly, so when I answered, I just sort of guessed what she had said, and it lead to myself saying the same things over again, because she didn't really walk away. Or maybe she was admiring my chest hairs.
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