Wednesday, February 18, 2009

"Patience, patience... I want to look at my heart now"

Three games last night. Three. In a row. While injured. My post-game wind down consisted of stretching, drinking, eating chocolate chips, and sitting in a hot tub for an hour. It was lovely.

In the first game, the Duchearmes took on the top-ranked team in Winnipeg Rec League, and only lost 2-1, to an absolutely TERRIBLE goal. I mean, I've never seen or heard of anything like it. The ball trickled in from behind the net using it's own spin. Ridiculous.

The second game I played with The Soccer Team. If you'd remember, this was the team that really had nobody who has played soccer before. We lost 13-0, so I pulled out the tricks. I ripped apart pretty much anybody I went against, but a combination of passing near their net and a lucky goalkeeper kept my team shut out. I did, however, successfully preform the seal dribble for a few (4) bounces. Between their players, too.


The lovely seal dribble. Please excuse the song.

In the last game, the Yellow dogs were playing last year's champions and a team I was lined up to play for; Balls in the Ayer. It was an intense game, and there were times when I had to quieten everybody down. After coming back from two goals down to lead 3-2 at half, they complained about the amount of time I had allocated for the game (the first half ran late, so I shortened the second). I allowed the game to go 5 minutes longer than usual, and my team managed to win 4-3. I scored two goals in the process, the first was a sloppy tap-in, the second was a self-created breakaway with a bottom corner picked out.

Good old Winnipeg Rec League. I quite enjoy getting paid to play.

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