I Scored Bitches!
So game five of the season has rolled around. Before the game we got word that there were issues at a previous game and the refs were to issue cards for any unsportsman like conduct. We also heard that the team we were playing is 0-4 but was really physical. Game plan: play a clean game and let them get the calls. The game starts off a little sloppy but it’s clear to us that they don’t really know how to play as a team and instead just throw their weight and arms all over the place. As we’re playing some of the following statements could be heard coming from the fans of the other team:
“Kick their asses. The newbies made uniforms!”
“That guys wearing a headband.” (Not really sure how that’s a bad thing exactly)
“That guys got duct tape on his jersey.” (Again, the intelligence here is off the charts!)
Keep in mind at this point the score is 5-0 and their fans still aren’t shutting up. They start throwing out some words that I really don’t feel like posting up here and continue their random shit talking. Neither the ref nor the Game Time employee feel the need to so anything to stop them.
I feel the need, as I ocassionally do, to do a cart wheel before the beginning of the second half and of course their fans again jumped all over that with:
“Look at him doing acrobatics. This is a soccer game.”
Now I don’t mind getting beat in a clean soccer game. Frankly I wouldn’t mind losing every single game as long as we went out there and played a good team and put up a good fight. The thing that really pisses me off are people that are so ignorant and rude enough just to yell out the dumbest things while we’re trying to play.
None of that really mattered though when I was reluctantly put up on forward and had an awesome assist from Seany for my very first goal! My team knew that I had never scored, our fans new I had never scored, and I was quite aware that I had a big goose egg under my belt. So when the ball hit the back of the goal everyone went nuts and I again did a cart wheel in the middle of the field. That went over really well with the douche bags in the stand. And although it was now 7-0 they still wouldn’t shut up.
The game ended 8-0 and their fans were eagerly awaiting our exit with more witty and intelligent smirks and comments. We all walked past to the bleachers and ignored them for the most part. On the way out was a different story! Mr. Wilson, that’s fun to say, was getting all sorts of comments and fingers flicked at him on the way out and he told the guy to “Fuck off.” The guy backed away but felt the need to again yell at Erik while we were walking out. “Come here and suck my dick” the guy yelled. Erik, without hesitation, turns around and says “Why don’t you come out here and tell me that to my face pussy?” Awwww SNAP! The guy was speechless and turned around and went back inside. All along I had been thinking that Erik was a rather benign creature. Little did I know that he was really capable of fighting the good fight. What a cool guy. I was quite impressed!
Anyway, that was our little game. We are now 4-1 with two more games to go. Which should be a little less eventful off the field as Game Time will be getting a phone call tomorrow. We don’t pay $600 a season to get harassed while playing. That is all!
John