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.
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.
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.
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