We played our season-ending double-header last night, and had one rough game and one downright fun one. The first was against 'Your Mom', and I must say, MY mom never shoved me with a flat hand as I was walking away, but I guess people have different experiences growing up. The guys were aggressive but respectful, the girls were downright nasty. We lost, but only gave up a couple the first half, and our defense was a brick wall the second. We've officially decided that not only are we a second-half team, we're a second game team, because it all came together two fields over and 5 minutes after the first game. Our defense was rock-solid, our offense was passing and staying open for each other as if we'd drilled ourselves silly (in reality a weekly practice session never quite gelled). Although we got a goal for the other team (which was a beautiful directional-header straight into our net, oops), we ended in a tie. Had the ref actually known the league rules beforehand, we would have won, but don't get me started. It was a short, painful, ugly season with a few glorious seconds thrown in, and I can't wait to do it again. If motivated, I have at least 3 chances a week to play el juego bonito, and a team that beat us wants to form a conglomerate to take over the world of super-social league soccer. Watch for us America, the as-of-yet unnamed team is coming straight for your nets!
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You played the game for all of us second place types, didn't you. Thank you so much; being second ain't so bad--peoples' expectations are always charmingly low, so we 2nd placers are able to shine.
Come on up to O-Hi-O and we'll visit!
Da
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