"Wrong number, but it can still be a threesome if you really want."

There are far too many games and much too little time to actually keep up with this, but I suppose I'll try my best.

Since we've last left off, I've had a bagful of games, mostly losses. There are doses of good news, however.

1. I broke a huge scoring drought recently. I'm now on a hot streak.
2. South Transcona District had a lead at one point today thanks to a goal of mine.
3. I bloody well scored from past half in another game today.

Sounds good, doesn't it? Well, it may just get better. Read this article about my university to find out more.

In spite of my university education nearing its end, I am convinced that I want to continue it should I get the opportunity to play university level football.

Of course it's a pipe dream, but the man who alerted me certainly has faith in me/is inflating my ego. Thanks, Sean.

Anyway, I had two games today. One with STD, and the other with Team Gigantic, playing calcetto.

Chronologically, the STD game was first, so we'll start there.

We played on a waterlogged pitch with a swamp down the far touchline. This seemed to be an advantage for me, as 4 minutes in, I turned after receiving a throw in and took off.

I had a good distance to cover, and I had beaten their old left back easily, but had hit the mire. The ball stuck in the soup as I just about passed it by. I yelled a curse (a team match was carded for doing the same later), scooped it, and continued on. Another 20 menters down the line, the ball hit a different section of the 2-3 inch deep swamp, and got stuck again. By now, the old guy had caught up to me, so I scooped it up, turned inside, and headed for goal, beating another man in the process.

As I went to shoot, my heel was clipped, and I drew the penalty shot. With nobody else wanting to take, I lined it up and intended to place it into the bottom right corner.

What I did not take into account was the uneven surface, deep mud, water patches and bad grass. My penalty literally rolled the the dead center of the net, occupied by a keeper that certainly hadn't quite moved.

Now what went through his mind next is beyond me, but the ball went underneath him as he flopped half-heartedly away from the ball.

I was puzzled, but thankful. It was probably the cheekiest penalty since this one. Unless, of course, intent is required.

But I suppose I should get more points for not being Francesco Totti*.

The rest of that game was a mess (not that the breakaway and penalty weren't) , but I suppose that's what you get when the league owner publicly predicts that you will lose 5-2.

I had noticed that every attack went through one player in the midfield, so I shut him down when I was on. He was tricky, but none of his team mates were overly decent, so we kept it scoreless until I went off ten minutes before half.

After half, this guy switched to striker and terrorized the weakest couple of players on the team, and the result was them scoring four unanswered in the second half.

I had a couple decent plays, most notably a lofted through ball to a striker making a run down the center, where he was mysteriously unmarked (or too fast). He fluffed the shot, naturally.

As it would turn out, the league owner was damn near right, we lost 5-1.

After attending a canceled practice for the Hurricanes (on account of only three people showing up on time and the coach being half an hour late with three other guys), I went to go watch a Team G calcetto game. For those not familiar, calcetto is essentially outdoor futsal.

A Calcetto field.

I ended up playing that game due to a short bench, and we murdered the other team. The first half wasn't so ugly, but nearing half, the floodgates opened, and that trend continued. I enjoyed it immensely, pulled out numerous one touch passes and goal eerily similar (field position and ball flight) to the following Beckham goal (to scale).

I'm still not cheeky, I swear.

Along with that goal, we had scored a few other nice ones. Hats off to the other team and Josh, though, for producing two goals that might just be nicer than mine. Josh's was a chest-controlled volley (that didn't hit a post), and the other team's was a flicked ball over our defender's head to an onrushing attacker, executed very cleanly.

I assisted a whole pile more in that game, and my team lost count after we had scored something like ten goals. Special mention to Jeff as well for burying a header off a corner that I had put in. That's probably the first goal off a corner that I've ever assisted.

Training has been going well, otherwise. I've been squeezing weights in when possible, I've been mostly leaving conditioning by the wayside. I suppose it's important that I become a mammoth if I'm to play sweeper for the Hurricanes. I really don't mind it, but I would love some stability in my positioning. In other Hurricanes news, we got our first point of the season last week. More to come, surely, if the team can ever attend a practice.

* - Beckham-esque goal excluded, I don't usually feel like chipping every goalie I come across, and in addition, I don't sport a shit eating grin nearly as well as Totti does.