We're the Gillette Mach 3

There were a couple of games to be had yesterday, The first was an exhibition team that various members of Team Gigantic had against a somewhat complacent team that claimed we only had a couple talents. We had 11 guys, making for very little playtime for some of us. Thankfully, I was on the midfield line of three, so I was fortunate to get a good amount of playtime compared to the rest of everybody else. Another helping factor was the fact that one of our players, Eric, hasn't played in a long time, and left for the washroom to throw up close to the end of the game, giving me an extra shift.

I scored one and should've had a few more, if not for some sloppy shooting. I also got headbutted in the skull at one point, doing a bit of juggling in the middle of the field. Course, the guy that did it was a skinhead with a captain's armband (In co-ed recreational soccer, no less), so you could tell he was kind of a flake. My goal was a breakaway that I neatly slotted into the corner. I noted that my team played the triangle very well, but there were a few points in time that we failed to get back on defense and were caught on 4-on-1s. All in all, however, a good game, even though, as usual, the opponents were idiots. The scoreline wasn't truly indicative of the run of play, though.

After the first game, Dan, Rachel, Matt, and I decided to have a game about thinking of the most disgusting things possible on the way to drop Rachel off. I get the feeling I won, but Matt's lasagna was pretty decent, too.

Something like Matt's Lasagna.

In my later game, my other co-ed team (The Beans/Coolbeans) played one of my pseudo-teams, the (lacklustre) Wannabees. We won 20-1. I scored bucketloads, including a nice juggle into a volley, which I set up an opposing member of the team to screen for me. It was all downright horrid, though. At one point, I was purposefully missing shots that were tap-ins just to try not to run it up too much on the other team. midway through the second half, I vouched to switch sides to give my own team some practice, and to help the other team. I don't think I went into a full sprint or broke a sweat until this point in time.

My team also had no substitutes. Then against, neither did theirs. One of the previous team's players stuck around to give them a hand after they realized that they couldn't pry me from my official team. The guy that stuck around is one of those loud-mouthed fellows who is his teams biggest critic. He's not really a great player either, in fact, his head cranes about as downwards as it can go when he dribbles. Weird fellow, and apparently, a leg which he hurt that game has "only been broken four times". I think that's a great indication to stop at any sign of pain, if you ask me.

I'll stop talking about how bad this game was. Course, it's always nice to be able to practice tricks and such.

Tonight I play with the White Eagles against a team that is statistically worse than us, but reportedly better. We'll just have to see how it all goes.