Ouch

So, our record is now 0-2. BUT, we got twice the goals we had the week before. We're closing the gap, and this week we play another winless team. What that means to me is that next week it won't even be funny anymore, and I'll start taking our suckiness pretty personally. The second half was the best for us this week, we had a good goalie and I got my foot on the ball for a couple of nice clears and we didn't allow any goals that half.
The news for this week's game is that I'm going to try out a forward position. I hopped up there the first game because I thought no one would know what they were doing, so when I realized they really did, I dropped back to my defensive comfort zone for that game and the next. It's becoming ever clearer, however, that we might need to make some goals to have a chance to win, and I cringe at our team's lack of ball control up front. It's great that they can run, but if they can't pass to get out of a sticky situation or get their foot on the ball long enough to shoot, we don't have much of a chance. SO, I'm going to give it a shot, pun intended. I don't think I can totally humiliate myself, and some good might come of it. 'Girl goals' get two points to boy's one, and slide-tackling is illegal, so if it hurts, it probably won't need medical attention. Yeah, the whole double-standard thing could be a whole other post, but don't get me started. One of our goals last week got revoked because a female hadn't touched the ball before it crossed midfield. Yeah. Or...we could be grown-ups.

More 'Bad News' next week, I'm sure. I must admit, it's even fun to play when you're losing.

This was in '06!

'We Like to Kick It'

Yeah, so this was basically us last night. No, not the red guy.

We have 14 people on our team, supposedly, but all of 7 showed last night, which was promptly reduced to 6 when the ref bounced the guy with no shin guards a few seconds in to the game. Amazingly, I ended up playing forward for the first half, as I actually knew what I was doing and wasn't completely out of shape. I did my best as 'captain', which I didn't realize was my title until 5 minutes before the game. I was yelling and running my little behind off, but to no avail. We staved off the offense the first half, but with no subs on our side and constant subbing for the other team, we got worn out and gave up 4 the second. We got on the board with one textbook goal, somehow, and that felt so good.

I sent out an email updating the rest of our 'team' on our loss and sent a little guilt trip to get people to show next week. I figure if the captain has any duties besides calling the coin toss, that should be it, right? I just want to know where my fancy black arm band is.

I forgot how much fun it is to rush people and boot the ball away. "SHUT DOWN!" It's so not my personality to get a kick out of physical confrontation, but it's a passion of mine that I hope to practice for a long time. Maybe one day I could move up from "super social" to just plain "social" division. A girl can dream...

My Poor Baby!

So, I was driving home from running errands last night and was in the left-most lane of a set of two right turn only lanes. The light turned green, and I took off, almost home with my purchases and ready to settle in to a movie when I heard a huge BANG!, felt my head get jerked around, and realized my car had started fish-tailing wildly, nearly spinning into any one of the three other lanes going my direction. I had the presence of mind to correct well enough to stop without hitting anyone, sit still for a minute and get my bearings as I sat at a 45 degree angle in the lane, and slowly move over to the side of the road. I made sure the other car was pulling over, too, and got on the phone to get the police there to make a report-I was sure the damage would be catastrophic. As you can see, somehow it wasn't.
To be completely honest, it sounds prejudiced and probably is; I was a little worried when I saw a huge blonde wig emerging from the other car in the rearview. For some reason, probably due to my extensive experience in the world of drag queens, big wig=big drama. She (it was actually a woman) asked me if I was OK and told me that she had wanted to go straight-to which I observed, a little loudly, perhaps-'it was a RIGHT TURN ONLY LANE!'. I didn't call her any names, even though the pain in my head and tightness in my jaw was making me a little cranky already, not to mention the gazillion hassle-filled steps that will now be necessary to right this situation going through my throbbing head.
We (read:she) made conversation while we waited for the police and I wrote down her insurance information. She is a very VERY strict church-going lady that doesn't like how "homosexual" (she actually said that!) Houston is.
The nice young policeman arrived and was completely bored by our situation. He gave us sheets to fill out and his schpeel about how to fill them out and send them in within 10 days, adding, quite unnecessarily I think, that if you don't send them in to have a record that you were actually there nothing would happen to you. UH, sir--do you need to say that to the lady that just said this was her fault before she goes back to Houston??
Anyways, now I get to deal with insurance companies, body shops, etc. all before I go out of town, of course. In the last three weeks I've gotten minor hail damage, my a/c died in my apartment when it's been 100 degrees every day, and now this. What is the universe trying to tell me, anyway? I'm listening, gosh!