Christ, was I ever on the receiving end of a beating tonight. But first off, let's recap the day.
It's officially winter now in Winnipeg, with snow teeming up trees and mountains of snow placed hastily in the corners of parking lots. It seemed to happen overnight, Wednesday, there was not a flake in the sky. I decided to go to school without a jacket today, and boy, that could've been better thought out. By the time Tom beat me badly in Squash today (I petered out at the end, but did make a couple really great comebacks), flurries were the order of the day, and slow drivers were beginning to escape from work. Course, it was pretty icy, but the way time moves as fast as it does in one of Winnipeg's winters, things were fine by the time I drove home from my game. I'd bet all of those people on the perimeter were cursing at me as I passed them doing the speed limit.
The game was a rough one, the team had a bit of skill, but we're no pushovers. I was, in a sense. I had an awkward volley then was a reasonably good shot as one of my shots, and a header from a long set play that missed the top corner of the net by a foot. Anah deserves a mention from that, she really put a spectacular ball in for me. I was at fault for two of the goals in the 2-3 loss, one was a long shot that I should've blocked, and the other was a tackle to pick up a guy that had got by Resa that ended up just putting the ball right back in his path.
I found out that I love being on the end of free kicks, as well. This is my new favourite thing.
People were after me today, though. Must've been the tank top I decided to don as my jersey. My actual jersey was pretty smelly from having to wear a pinny over it last week, so I vouched to keep it in the wash.
At any rate, some guy earned a yellow by sweeping my legs out from underneath me, bruising my hip pretty nicely in the process. It's given me a lovely limp, really. I imagine the whole ordeal looked like this:
Somewhat, at least.
The second 'occurence', if you could call it that, 'occured' when I was running to get a ball from between two of their players. I got the ball good and fine, but then I got tripped up. That's cool, whatever. It happens. As I begin to get up, I feel a grab around my chest, then a push from behind. Some midget gets up, yells at me, and our referee shows him red. Okay. I was pretty pissed, I mean, why would you do that? His teammates gave me some lip, so I told him that it wasn't nice to get under his skin.
It should be worth noting that the same person earlier was giving Adrian and I trouble when we set up a wall. The meanie kept pushing.
I went to the bench and subbed off for Jay, and mentioned to my team that the guy was being a baby. Jay turned around, pointed at me, and told me to shut up, which I felt was uncalled for, for a few reasons:
1) Team unity - Stay by your team and teammates' side at all times. We're a unit, not my first ex-girlfriend.
2) I was on the business end of two carded offenses in the game - Of course I'm going to be disturbed. If it were a few others on our team, let's face it, a fist fight would have been a possibility.
3) I didn't do anything wrong - Sure, I could've not spoke back, but this made me pretty angry. Don't be an asshole to me while I'm doing the only thing that keeps me sane.
4) I only called him a baby.
After the game, I apologized to Jay. I'm not sure if I was seeking a mutual apology, or I felt bad for some reason, but at any rate, he didn't really say anything. Suits himself, I suppose. Might have something to be correlated with that when I asked people to point fingers at me if I had done anything, Jay was the only one that pointed. Oddly enough, to others, it looked like I had been suplexed and headbutted.
Resa, the team's manager, delivered a bit of a speech at the end of the game about playing rough, and this concerned me. I hadn't been rough at all, but I get paranoid about these things. I spoke to her though, and I wasn't the problem. It would see that I was just the target of other people's problems.
It should be worth noting that Derek pulled his usual hot-headed stuff about jumping the boards to get in a fight. Normally I'm pretty critical about fighting, especially on the soccer field, but for once, I understand. It's a comradery thing, really, and I appreciate it. I appreciate more that he had the restraint to not come on and start laying people out (though I'd have paid to see it), even though it wasn't so much a restraint issue as much as having a petite and innocent blonde girl (Sarah) in his way. I now see where he is coming from. Regardless, once the fists start getting thrown around, so do the assault charges. For the love of it, Derek, keep that in mind. I'm going to give you a codephrase for whenever you get angry like that, from one of my favorite childhood shows. Fast forward to 1:45 or so.
I've a theory on who the punisher actually was. If anybody remembers the black-haired guy who hosted YTV with Snit (that weird goopy television screen), I have a strong inclination it was him. My reasoning behind that is his strange voice, fact that he appeared on the same children's network, and, his stature, and penchant for acting strange. Of course, it could've been anybody, nobody ever knew or found out. Oddly enough, checking on the wikipedia page, the actors who did play the Punisher never had their identities revealed. It should be worth noting that I had a severe bout of nostalgia when watching that, and even if you did watch just that, you should re-watch the entire thing, if you recall the show.
It's officially winter now in Winnipeg, with snow teeming up trees and mountains of snow placed hastily in the corners of parking lots. It seemed to happen overnight, Wednesday, there was not a flake in the sky. I decided to go to school without a jacket today, and boy, that could've been better thought out. By the time Tom beat me badly in Squash today (I petered out at the end, but did make a couple really great comebacks), flurries were the order of the day, and slow drivers were beginning to escape from work. Course, it was pretty icy, but the way time moves as fast as it does in one of Winnipeg's winters, things were fine by the time I drove home from my game. I'd bet all of those people on the perimeter were cursing at me as I passed them doing the speed limit.
The game was a rough one, the team had a bit of skill, but we're no pushovers. I was, in a sense. I had an awkward volley then was a reasonably good shot as one of my shots, and a header from a long set play that missed the top corner of the net by a foot. Anah deserves a mention from that, she really put a spectacular ball in for me. I was at fault for two of the goals in the 2-3 loss, one was a long shot that I should've blocked, and the other was a tackle to pick up a guy that had got by Resa that ended up just putting the ball right back in his path.
I found out that I love being on the end of free kicks, as well. This is my new favourite thing.
People were after me today, though. Must've been the tank top I decided to don as my jersey. My actual jersey was pretty smelly from having to wear a pinny over it last week, so I vouched to keep it in the wash.
At any rate, some guy earned a yellow by sweeping my legs out from underneath me, bruising my hip pretty nicely in the process. It's given me a lovely limp, really. I imagine the whole ordeal looked like this:
Somewhat, at least.
The second 'occurence', if you could call it that, 'occured' when I was running to get a ball from between two of their players. I got the ball good and fine, but then I got tripped up. That's cool, whatever. It happens. As I begin to get up, I feel a grab around my chest, then a push from behind. Some midget gets up, yells at me, and our referee shows him red. Okay. I was pretty pissed, I mean, why would you do that? His teammates gave me some lip, so I told him that it wasn't nice to get under his skin.
It should be worth noting that the same person earlier was giving Adrian and I trouble when we set up a wall. The meanie kept pushing.
I went to the bench and subbed off for Jay, and mentioned to my team that the guy was being a baby. Jay turned around, pointed at me, and told me to shut up, which I felt was uncalled for, for a few reasons:
1) Team unity - Stay by your team and teammates' side at all times. We're a unit, not my first ex-girlfriend.
2) I was on the business end of two carded offenses in the game - Of course I'm going to be disturbed. If it were a few others on our team, let's face it, a fist fight would have been a possibility.
3) I didn't do anything wrong - Sure, I could've not spoke back, but this made me pretty angry. Don't be an asshole to me while I'm doing the only thing that keeps me sane.
4) I only called him a baby.
After the game, I apologized to Jay. I'm not sure if I was seeking a mutual apology, or I felt bad for some reason, but at any rate, he didn't really say anything. Suits himself, I suppose. Might have something to be correlated with that when I asked people to point fingers at me if I had done anything, Jay was the only one that pointed. Oddly enough, to others, it looked like I had been suplexed and headbutted.
Resa, the team's manager, delivered a bit of a speech at the end of the game about playing rough, and this concerned me. I hadn't been rough at all, but I get paranoid about these things. I spoke to her though, and I wasn't the problem. It would see that I was just the target of other people's problems.
It should be worth noting that Derek pulled his usual hot-headed stuff about jumping the boards to get in a fight. Normally I'm pretty critical about fighting, especially on the soccer field, but for once, I understand. It's a comradery thing, really, and I appreciate it. I appreciate more that he had the restraint to not come on and start laying people out (though I'd have paid to see it), even though it wasn't so much a restraint issue as much as having a petite and innocent blonde girl (Sarah) in his way. I now see where he is coming from. Regardless, once the fists start getting thrown around, so do the assault charges. For the love of it, Derek, keep that in mind. I'm going to give you a codephrase for whenever you get angry like that, from one of my favorite childhood shows. Fast forward to 1:45 or so.
"Punisher, control!"
I've a theory on who the punisher actually was. If anybody remembers the black-haired guy who hosted YTV with Snit (that weird goopy television screen), I have a strong inclination it was him. My reasoning behind that is his strange voice, fact that he appeared on the same children's network, and, his stature, and penchant for acting strange. Of course, it could've been anybody, nobody ever knew or found out. Oddly enough, checking on the wikipedia page, the actors who did play the Punisher never had their identities revealed. It should be worth noting that I had a severe bout of nostalgia when watching that, and even if you did watch just that, you should re-watch the entire thing, if you recall the show.
After the game, the ref and the foul dwarf approached me, and we chatted about it. I told him that me knocking him over (or whatever happened) was an accident, and shook his hand. Fabio, the ref, called me a good guy, and for some strange reason, I asked Fabio, for some unknown and unprovoked reason, if the suspension could be vouched against. Fabio complied. Perhaps it was because I've had a suspension freebie before, with my mens team (as far back as July). Maybe it's because I figured the suspension would do my own team no favors. Or maybe it's because I'm a moron.
On the drive home, Rachel told me she sees me as a sort of coaching figure on the team. This was pretty cool. I like being a coaching figure.
On the drive home, Rachel told me she sees me as a sort of coaching figure on the team. This was pretty cool. I like being a coaching figure.
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