"So, are you going to ask me for my number?" "... Maybe later."

The White Eagles officially got our asses handed to ourselves playing a division one team on Sunday. We lost 18-1. I managed our only goal, and barely. I shot it awkwardly at their goal, and my own teammate was the only person in the way. With a quite audible grunt, he leaned to the side and back, allowing my shot to go in.

On the upside, that's the second team we've played where we've been hideously outmatched but still managed to not get shut out, I guess.

Though I did find it fun telling people optimistically that the score was 18-1, and then asking them to guess how many goals I got.

The game itself was a joke. We had two subs, so I ended up playing about 40 minutes. I was caught on many, many 1 vs. 3s, and my team was able to create none of anything that gave us a chance, except a corner kick which I got my goal from.

One of the boys said later that I was the best player we had. That was nice.

The Team Gigantic game the next night was one I'd say we were more likely to win, until I walked into the dressing room of eleven men. Normally this would not be a problem, for a men's team, but we have a co-ed team. I had maybe 12 minutes play time, maximum. I played the first half as a midfielder, where I felt somewhat ineffective. For the second half, I switched to striker, and I was really able to make a mess of their deep passing in my usual free role. I didn't manage to have anything amount to anything other than getting kicked hard in the stomach while running by somebody and a bunch of steals, unfortunately.

We lost 4-1, ending our hopes to be the Christmas tournament champions.

We have to figure out a way to downsize the team next time. It was nearly impossible to establish rhythm, as you were off three minutes after you went on, and then you'd wait 10-13 minutes to go back on.It didn't help that you'd be on with different people most times, either.

Ahh well.

Hey Tony, you big goomba! (Say it with an outrageous Italian accent and you can come for a jeering)

A goomba of the critically acclaimed Super Mario Brothers Movie.

I actually woke up early today. At seven. But that's all going down the drain as it is almost five in the morning.

Believe it or not, I got sick for the hour of the game today. However, Guy Van Gogh was around to stand in for me. It's a shame, I was itching to play with Guy, too. It was especially painful to not play, as we were facing old rivals - Tony's Academy Autobody (the team from the business). They are Italian. They have beaten us one or two games, while we've beaten them once, in the important league cup last year.

After the game, Guy told me all about it. He was playing defense, and got scored on twice quickly. This dampened the spirits of our team, though it hadn't helped that they had far too many men to play with any sort of individual consistency. They picked us apart, and we lost 7-2.

Guy almost had a couple goals, and he nutmeg'd the biggest asshole on the pitch, (Big old fuck) who just wouldn't shut up. After he got tripped while chasing down another player, he raced to catch up but ended up knocking over a girl. For the second time that match. Which earned him a yellow card and two minutes in the box where Big old fuck jeered at him. Guy got a bit snarky, but mildly, and not noticeably.

Guy had a bad game. Maybe it was the jet (?) lag, coming from Austria and all. He also tells me that he has a new rival, in the form of Tony's Academy Autobody, the team. I know, it makes little sense. At least he meg'd that guy.

Tomorrow he's in Australia for an "Australian Super Cup" game against the "Brisbane People". Sometimes I think he makes these things up. Apparently, Austrian teams are allowed to participate in the Australian competitions, because of the similarity in country names. Who knew.

At any rate, we've to go do the usual jeering at Tony's Academy Autobody (the store) some time soon. It's a tradition. I'll have to take Stephen and Carissa before they leave to return to Ontario in a few days.

Maybe you should worry a little more (Maybe you should drink a little less)

My dreams are all extremely weird. I had one zombie dream a night back, and tonight it was ghosts in a setting that could be straight from a bad show on the Showcase television network.

And then a week ago, I had a dream where I was being attacked by these miniature yeti-like creatures.

A few days ago I did hours of work on my left foot, turning, and ball control. I feel a lot more comfortable on my left now.

Yesterday both Team Gigantic and the White Eagles played. The Team Gigantic game went well, I played defender, switching off with Jay. I felt I did a lot of work, making a lot of very forward runs. I assisted a goal that looked a lot like the first goal and somewhat like three of the other four Manchester City goals, take a look here. If you didn't see the game, you missed a good one.

I made a lot of other forward runs like that, occasionally getting caught up. When I was on, however, nobody scored on us, and we ended up winning the game 7-2. In the dying seconds, one of their teammates had a breakaway, and by the time he was in our attacking third, he was already ten meters or so ahead of me, as I had ran up with the ball not a moment before. I chased at full speed, and ended up hitting the ball away from him and then turning around and taking it to the other end, completely screwing up a pass to Stephen. It was fun, though. Especially to play with Carissa and Stephen again.

The Eagles game was ten minutes after the end of the other, and on a different field, so I was a bit late. I arrived ten minutes from half time to the White Eagles game, and we were down 7-0. We finished the game with a 9-1 loss, according to the scoreboard, but I think the timekeeper fudged it down a couple goals. I did manage to score with my left foot, and I was able to dribble around a few of their players. They were a decent team with a lot of combination play, a couple really good players, and excellent movement off the ball, and my team had a bad tendancy not to mark goalside. A lot.

My goal was one that would've been frustrating had I not got it, I headed a long cross just wide, off the boards, then trapped it on my left foot a couple meters from goal. It took a second, but I fired it with my left foot and in. It kinda felt like I had an overly long time to take the shot, their defense probably slackened up on me a bit, though I don't doubt that they'd have wanted the shutout.

If the dying seconds of this game, there was a 2-1 on our net, so I raced back and cut out the pass, vaguely similar to what I had done earlier that night. I ran in the corner for the ball with some guy, he ran in pretty hard too, and we collided and both hit the boards. I felt it was intentional, but it may've not been. We both went down, I hit my hand against the boards really hard, and from the sounds of it, he pinched a nerve. I didn't like this guy for showboating around my teammates already, so I was kind of angry about it. I didn't check to see if he was good, and looking back on it, I should've.

But everybody had fun.

I was sent here to spy on god

If you're wondering about today's title, about a week ago, an older homeless-looking fellow of "66 years and 4 months" came into the bookstore that I work at and began ranting about how god is actually the devil and that he was sent to spy on Him. He proceeded to buy a highlighter and then tell me about how he wasn't crazy. To each his own as far as regilious viewpoints go, but this guy was certainly out there.

I slept in for a game today. I actually slept for over 12 hours, probably because I had very little sleep the night before. The game was at 6 PM. I'm talking post meridiem here. I woke up at 6:15 and tried to catch what I could of it. I missed sign in, so I was out of luck. They lost 8-2.

Then I tried to make it to a game for my co-ed team's B-team. I got there, and began suiting up, as we had one male substitute. Unfortunately, my team's manager wouldn't let me, because of it being our B-team, and the league specifically said that Jay and I weren't allowed to be on it. I'll take it as a compliment, I suppose. The team convinced me to dress and play anyway, so I did. Ironically enough, I got ordered off by none other than Jay, who was on the field. That team lost 3-2.

I suppose today just wasn't my day for all of that. But, in order to fix my schedule, I'm going to stay up today, and both start and end my Christmas shopping.

Merry Christmas everybody! I've a game on Boxing Day, so I'll let you know how that goes. For now, I've some extra time as the tradeoff for sleep, so I'm going to wash in my brand new pomegranate and mango soap.

And yes, I am as excited for that as you are.

Bend it like Bentham

http://soccernet.espn.go.com/players/stats?id=4780&&cc=5901

(In case you're not in the know.)

Practice today was alright, but I arrived late because my shoes had broke the night before. I picked up a new pair of Nike Tiempos, shown below.

These are the spitting image of my new shoes, except mine are for a hard surface as opposed to turf. Also, mine are beige instead of white. I quite like both the look and feel of them.

After picked up my shoes, I headed to a nearby White Eagles practice. As always, everybody was scrimaging. About five people from the White Eagles were there, and they made up one team. The other team was somes guests we have playing in the Christmas tournament. I played on that team.

I scored a small bagfull (including one where I actually out-muscled somebody, which never happens), and eventually we did the typical "last goal wins" to finish the practice. One guy, one my team, got a moderately hard shot in the region, and went down. We finished the game, and as everybody left the court, the guy was at the shooter's throat. I separated them.

Then after, while getting dressed, the went at it again. I separated them once more, and told them not to back talk. They did anyways, so I gave up. They even wanted to take it outside. Jesus. I thought we were on the same team. I don't think they ever did.

In the shooter's defense, I think that other guy took it a bit far, and the shooter was just standing up to his aggresion. A general tip; never to beat the tar out of the team manager. I wouldn't be surprised if he were axed for the Christmas tournament. At all.

I arrived at the Team Gigantic game jut a couple minutes early to a relatively barren dressing room. We started the game with one sub, but our rank eventually grew. I ended up scoring on a pretty nice volley, but we still lost 3-2. Yet again, another team we could've beat. I came close to tying the game up when I held off another guy and had a shot, but my angle was too sharp and it was unfortunately saved. I had a really good game though, I felt that my vision for passing was fantastic today, as well as shot blocking. For the first time, I'm seeing improvement.

I think a lot of this is due to the amount that I've been playing, and partially to Fury. Those guys have taught me bucketloads.

Though I didn't show much improvement when I took a very scoreable free-kick and wasted it, failing to bend it like Bentham.

I'll yell at who I want when I'm driving this car

My sleeping schedule can be officially considered messed up. Now that school's over, I'm getting the proper amount of sleep, but I'm sleeping from mid-morning to suppertime, and I can't seem to fix it. Maybe one of these days.

Today we had a game that I didn't hear about until 5:30, when I woke up. Jahan called to tell me we had a game pushed backwards a day, to today at 6:30. I had no equipment, so I ran home from Keeley and Alaina's house, where I am housesitting, and got some. I was late, but still ended up playing a lot. I assisted a goal and did some other things, etcetera, etcetera. I need to work on my defensive positioning, though, I think. I let some passes occur that shouldn't have, but I'm still not sure about our defensive system. I often pick up the man on the left attacking, but when the ball goes to the centre, I try to mark that too. There's too much confusion to whether we're doing zone or man marking, as well.

After the game, I met some of the people on good old AFC Soccer, including my strike partner, Ehsan, who I was playing against. I thought the invite had just been to that one game (which I missed), but turns out I'm on board permanently now. Cool, I guess I should figure out when the next game is. I'll do that right now. Oh, 9:30 January 5th. Excellent. That's... Seven teams? I'm having trouble keeping track, honestly. Flood Minotaurs, Balls in the Ayer, The Beans, Team Gigantic, Fury, AFC Soccer, and White Eagles. Let's not forget the occasional standing in for Creepers and Wannabees with the Winnipeg Rec League. Still, oddly, it's not enough.

Tomorrow's game with Team Gigantic is at 6:00, and then I think I'll head home for a bit. I have a practice before that though, at 3 for the White Eagles.

Wow, that might've been the entry that took the most time to write so far. Course, it'd have been quicker had I not watched a movie and played rock band.

I signed up as Dr. Sergei McButters

Tuesday night, I ended up working for four hours, and playing soccer for two of them. This was fun but exhausting, as I had two and a half hours or so of sleep the night before. The Beans lost 5-3, and I had to play a lot of defense. The Creepers (Mike's team), the next team I played for, lost 4-2, but I scored one and then set the other goal up. The set up was actually nicer than my first goal, which was a gift by all accounts. The goal involved me just running at a loose ball in front of their net, and none of their defenders attacked me. We were attacking with 2 against 1, and I drew the defender and the goalie at me. I then passed it for my partner right in front of the net. At another point that game, I wiggled through three people with the ball, Jay-style. It was pretty nice. And some girl fouled me pretty viciously in the box, but as ref, I can't call things done to myself, it's just not in the cards. The foul involved me re-injuring my toe, but it's healing faster and faster every time I re-injure it, thanks to scar tissue, I would assume.

At the end of the last game, which was the finals for indoor, both teams (The Flood Minotaurs and Balls in the Ayer) asked if I wanted to play for them next season. I was flattered, so I said yes. To both of them. I'll work it out when they play each other, even though I've devoted myself to one already. I could switch at the half. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. With both those teams, The Beans, that makes three that I'm officially on in the same league. Not counting The Wannabees or The Creepers, which Mike gets me to play for occasionally. This is a good thing though. It means getting paid for a lot of soccer while working. Granted, the league covers one fee for me, so I'll have to pay for the registration in a couple more teams than planned, but seeing as I'm paid to be there, I'll make the money I spend to be on the teams up in a couple games.

I will be on six teams as of the start of the next year.

Oh, and I got in a car crash earlier. What a way to top bad motherfucking year, I can't wait for it to end. I was about to merge when the guy well behind me and in the other lane sped up, so I couldn't. There was a parked car and ice in front of me. I jarred the wheel, right and managed to mount a huge snow drift just to the right of the car, but my side mirror was clipped off and my window imploded all over me. I stayed calm. I'm not sure why. I'm physically fine, but I'm hoping I can get my car back. Luckily for me, the lovely Edwards family offered me use of one of their cars while they're in Hawaii. That, and a house. I promise not to crash either of them.

I wish there were such a thing as a bad year though, because then this one would be officially said and done with in a couple weeks. Unfortunately, this bad streak could finish at any time, whether tomorrow, or weeks, if not months from now. Thankfully, I've many great friends to keep me occupied, happy, and in a state of non-psychosis.

My spirit animal is the mole. I like to dig.

Last we left off, I was going to pull an all-nighter Thursday night for an ill-prepared for exam Friday morning. After my blog post, I went to work, then for coffee with Keeley. I told her of my venture and she offered her house as a sanctuary, which I gladly agreed to. I stayed up all night reading a textbook for organizational psychology, then went and took the test. I did well enough. I went to the university bookstore and chatted up some friends, then fell asleep in the break room, waking up less than two hours later to one of our managers walking in, not noticing me on the makeshift couch. I scared her, accidentally. Then again, I frequently scare them by coming into the back room and speaking, so this doesn't surprise me.

After going for a shower in the athletic centre, I went back for another nap, this time on a pile of shirts in our storage room. I blent in quite well, apparently, and scared one of my coworkers. I think another walked in at one point and didn't see me whatsoever, either. I suppose I'm a master of stealth. After that nap, I found some pals and we ended up chilling and walking for a while, grabbing food in the process. I went back to work for the unavoidably lame Christmas party, and then left for Keeley's again, afterwards. Once there, I fell asleep for literally a minute, and all my tiredness had been quite literally erased. Unfortunately, my good friend Rob had a show he wanted to go see with me, but it had already been well underway, possibly over by the time my nap was finished. Sleep is an interesting thing. I'd study it, possibly.

I fell asleep at 5 the next morning, waking up at 3. Keeley, Alaina, and I hung out with Dan , Anah, and Matt until the ten o'clock game. We played a computer game called F.E.A.R., and after a rat (which I mercilessly blasted to pieces) defied physics and threw a garbage can at me, a crow decided to fly out from some boxes (I managed to pick it off mid-air), and a creepy little ghost girl decided to crawl at me inside a ventilation system, we called it quits. I fired several shotgun slugs in her ghastly direction throughout nervous laughter, then I decided to throw a grenade at her. Bad idea in a ventilation shaft.

It's freaky, but not zombie scary. Why do I watch these things are 4:40 AM?

The game was about as frustrating as they get. That being said, I kept my cool. We were fouled a lot, and the opposition played ridiculously defensive. I made more pass interceptions than I can remember in all of my games in recent memory, but we were just unable to beat them. They had a pile of lucky breaks, and most of our skill was rendered useless by bad luck (and one particularly bad touch by me). We had the ball in their half for 70-80% of the game, but somehow still lost 3-2. I suppose their lazyness in keeping one man back by their goalie proved an excellent device for stopping our predominantly counter-attacking play.

Sunday afternoon, I woke up once more at Keeley and Alaina's, going to practice at two for the White Eagles. Before I left, though, the Edwards' had a present for me, in the form of an absolutely stunning purple dressshirt and a couple pairs of cufflinks. Santa uses the same wrapping paper as them, who knew? I'll upload a picture of snazzyness soon, but I seem to be incredibly busy the next few days, as is the story of my life.

Practice was just a huge amount of scrimmaging, and the boys are really showing signs of brilliance, such as a through ball that met me right near the goal for an amazingly well-played tap in. Kudos to Oscar for that one, I hardly did anything for it. After practice, I went to a tiny party Colleen was holding with a few of her friends, and conducted an episode of Gingerbread Theatre to a four year old named Ethan. The topic of the theater was the recession we're in, and near the end of the play, Ethan asked "Are you done with him?" about the snowman (and lead character) that I had promised he could have beforehand. Unfortunately, young ones are not so keen on educational theater.

That'd be a bad way to go, just chillin' in a dumpster like that.

Last night's journey home was a bit of a gong show, though a fun one. Here is a recreation my route home, notably out of the way. And each square on the map is a square mile. I went just over 18 miles out of the way.


The night before last, though, involved two games. One was with the Wannabees, and the other was with a team called Illusion, that needed a goalie.

As per usual with the Wannabees, we lost. 8-1. I scored our only goal, which was a rebound of my own shot that I just blasted in from close range. I got close a few other times, after running through the entire defense myself. I had some defense-splitting passes that went nowhere, but really, it was much of the same with them. They were tired though, we had no substitutes.

With Illusion, it seemed like my crossing/long balls were incredible. I must have put every cross I sent in on to my target's head or within feasible distance of, and I must've put about 5 or 6 of them into the box. Of course, nothing ever came of it, but it was still quite fun to see this happen. Now I'm not sure if I want to be a crosser/free kicker, or one who attacks the balls from the crosses and free kicks. It's all so fun.

Other than that, there's really not much to mention, other than a few good saves I made. I think the number was three. One was a really awkward deflection that I somehow got a hand on, another was a breakaway stop, and the last was a tip away for a ball that was going to the top corner, after I was caught way out of position.

My next game is Saturday, though, and I have my final exam tomorrow, which I haven't started learning the material for.

Time for an all-nighter.

"Rinse the spout so you don't get hepatitis" "It's my own bottle" "...Or poopmouth"

The double header originally planned for yesterday didn't go as well as planned, I ended up leaving the Coverall at 7:20, which might've got me to the game with five minutes to spare. I decided not to bother.

The game at the coverall went well though. We had five men for three positions, so a lot of the guys got pretty tired, including me. We did, however, put a hurtin' on the other team with some really good passing and movement and tight defending. We lost control in the second half due to fatigue, but ended up winning 5-4. I had a sloppy tap-in goal to an almost open net, and I had an assist by nutmeg which was pretty neat.

After the game, I picked up Keeley, and we met up with a good portion of the rest of the team at Dan's for the previously mentioned zombie-fest. At first, I squirmed and screamed quite a bit, but it got better over time.

The idea behind the game is that you're in a large, open house with horribly-boarded up entrances. Zombies come to the windows and rip boards off, then hop right into the house for a party. When you don't have a house full of zombies, you run from window to window, shooting what you can before it makes its way to the house. If none are outside the window you're glancing out of, run to the next.

This is where I almost lost all bodily functions. I ran to a window, scan outside, and get ready to run off, when this zombie, from out of nowhere, hops over the barrier and starts trying to eat me, so naturally, I screamed, kicked the air with both feet, and flailed my arms like I was in a roller coaster that I was desperately trying to make artificially enjoyable.

"I brought pot-stickers!"

Thankfully, Dan was close behind me, so he blew it's bloody head off.

Keeley and I went back to her place, talked until four, then slept until we went to a lovely restaurant named Stella's for brunch. I feel a feedbag coming on.

Stella's oatmeal, baked eggs, and Mexican breakfast:

- Oatmeal 5 gullets satisfied - Bliss.
- Baked eggs 4.5 - Delicious and cheesey, but can not be given five stars due to the immense awesomeness of the oatmeal. Imagine an egg dish with cheese baked into it.
- Hash browns 4.8 - Beautifully spiced.
- Mexican breakfast 4.3 - nice, flavorful, but slightly unconventional as breakfasts go. Regardless, an excellent dish.

Also worth noting: Their jam and salsa are both remarkable.
The bottom line: I challenge you to find a better breakfast in Winnipeg.

Later that night, I went to Colleen's "I'm temporarily back in Winnipeg" party. It was great to see her, but the low point of the night involved Brenden's Liberal party pals dog piling me for calling the coalition government silly and undemocratic. I ended up watching cage fights for a lot of the night, and I don't like cage fights. Colleen and I are going to spend some fun time together, rocking out and such, so all is nowhere near lost.

I challenge you to refute my ideas rather than insult myself and a fantastic beverage mix.

My pal Jordan and I were bored yesterday at about midnight, so he started getting strange ideas. He wanted to get up to some general mischief, but I vouched against it, when suddenly, he had an amazing idea.

He wanted to go tobogganing. I told him that this was excellent, and that I'd try to round up some people for midnight tobogganing. I didn't, so it was just the two of us. The liquor stores were closed, so we ended up drinking a tiny bit of rum I had, and split half a bottle of strawberry zinfandel wine that my mother had declined to drink, judging by the dust on it. It did the job sloppily.

Until close to four we had tobogganed, using a box I had lying around, a piece of cardboard, and a sled-like thing that Jordan purchased from Walmart, where we tried to convince a girl that started talking to us to come. She didn't.

It was all truly hilarious, and the night went quickly. I got home and slept until two, and since I've been cleaning and such, but I've got to bounce as I have a double header to be off to.

As usual, I'll let you know how it goes, as well as the zombie-fighting at Dan's later tonight, if my night goes that way.

"I thought you were going to say you'd wipe my butt"

The practice that Jahan had arranged today was canceled, due to lack of a gym. He had said that something was arranged, but it fell through due to the community centre that we'd be at not having any space - I ended up playing wuzzler (known as foosball or table football, but I refuse to call it that, preferring the Austrian name) with my team of three old foreign guys for half an hour.

The bunch of us then went to the Highlander, where my game would be, and we watched a premier division game with some guys from the best team in Manitoba, Lucania, against some other guys. On the team of "other guys" was a familiar face - a man some may remember from the Coverall Spring Indoor Championship game who was running around kicking boards out of frustration at half time, when we were up a few goals and shutting them out*.

I have a video, I will post the funny bit it when my dad finds it on his computer.

The Eagles game was very close (and against the top team), but we lost 1-0 to a free kick goal from a bad handball that our goalie normally would not have given away. I had a few headers, none on target but all threatening, and a couple shots, one on target. Unfortunately, I was not playing to nearly the standard that I should've. Either I lacked vision, or nobody got open for me. I think it was a combination of both, but I think my vision was still very sub-standard, and most of the problem.

I had one piece of creativity, where I wall-passed it to a teammate, and received a nice little return pass. Of course, I failed to make anything of it. I seem to be in a slump with the White Eagles, at least.

After the game, the team had a chat in the dining area, and as it turns out, a few of the player's girlfriends were able to pick out which one my mom was last game, due to her swearing whenever I got fouled or hit, and her usual restrained gasps of cheering whenever I had the ball.

I should get studying for an exam tomorrow. All-nighter time, possibly, as I haven't started due to generally being busy, and I normally fall asleep at 4:00 AM these days anyway, partially thanks to this blog.

Friday, I've two games, back to back - unfortunately, I will be missing half of one. Turns out, the team I'm helping out, AFC Soccer, is playing the indoor counterpart of Germania, which has a few people I know on it. After that, I think a few of my friends were going to play some Call of Duty, unlocking zombie mode.

I screamed yelped a few times watching this. I think "Nacht der Untoten" means Night of the Undead...

This is significant, as zombies are my worst fear. I'm not joking in the slightest, either, and I do know that it is wholly irrational. Should I be excited to slaughter them, or fearful with having to deal with them? At any rate, I'm thankful that part of the fear has subsided since my worst bout of it. I was at my sister's apartment the first time she lived in Edmonton, and it was the night after I had seen the new version of Dawn of the Dead. I watched the only entrance to the living room quite intently all night, and there had to be at least eight hours of straight zombie-watch. I had to catch a flight back to Winnipeg at 9 or 10 in the morning, so I did, and when I got home to Winnipeg, my mom gave me sleeping pills to knock me out. I finally succumbed to the pills an hour later.

Those things just give me the heebie jeebies. I've been handling it really well, too. Up until around the time that I stopped having to deal with my last girlfriend, I was looking over my shoulder whenever that word was mentioned. Since, I've been a monolithic tribute to fearlessness. Until I watched that video.

* - I now refer to this man as "Big old fuck". See this post for details on why.

Today's title is too explicit to be today's title

Today was nice.

I hardly did anything, aside from work, play soccer, sleep, and drive my busted car, Boris, to a repair shop.

It was all so nice, I feel like just curling up in my bed right now and falling asleep. For you, however, I will stay awake.

I forgot to mention that I did something to my right foot's big toe last Sunday, probably a sprain, which put my right foot in bad shape for passing and shooting. It wasn't too bad, I managed to use my left foot quite a bit.

At work, I ended up playing two of the four games. The first was with the Beans against the mighty Wannabees, and there's not much to talk on there. They added to their squad, and the combination of that, smaller nets, and a smaller gym, made it harder to score on them. We ended up winning 4-0, and I scored the first goal off a breakaway that I had oodles of time during. I set myself up bout 8 feet from the net, waited, waited some more, and then tucked a shot in the top left corner. A lot of my other time was spent passing and setting up, but a lot of it was fruitless, due to the aforementioned small nets.

But the second game I played was with Mike's team, the Creepers. If you recall West Winnipeg United as a team I had a half-game for, a lot of the guys I played with tonight were from that team. We were against the Flood Minotaurs, a team that had asked me to play for them next season, before the start of the match. I obliged, it should be a good time. They're a fun group of really skilled players, and currently sit second in the division. I'm excited to play for them. It brings my team count to approximately six, possibly seven.

During the second game, I had what was definitely the goal of the year for myself. I had a defender on me, and I was against him and the goalie. The ball was bouncing, and the goalie was out of his net, so I chipped him with my left foot as the ball bounced around. The ball landed just in front of the net, and then bounced to the top corner. Almost a fluke, but intentional.

Kind of like this, except the ball was bouncing, and I sidefooted it.

At another time, a pal from the Minotaurs had me against a corner with another one of his teammates. This guy's great, too, in all aspects, and I want to say his name's Michael, but I can't, because I haven't officially been introduced to him twice over*. I do remember that his last name is Collins, though. Oddly enough, I still can't find him on Facebook. At any rate, I was in the corner. I looked down, and saw his legs in a compromising position.

Fast forward to 2:12-2:19 to see what I did.

I felt like God after doing that, even though my team lost 4-1. Also, I'm getting much better at blocking shots and jockeying. And i can actually shoot with my left foot now, apparently.

* - It is a little-known fact that you must be introduced to me twice in order for me to remember your name, with a few exceptions.