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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Soccer Update - A Tale Of Two Games

Time to get caught up on what's been going on with the Nomads. Let's get the less eventful stuff out of the way first, shall we?

Game 6: Nomads 8 - Old Dogs 3
Last night we squared off against one of our favorite rivals, Old Dogs. I say they're one of our favorite rivals because 1) they bring a similar attitude to the game as we do - just to have fun, and to be completely honest 2) we always beat them. But even if Point 2 wasn't the case, they're a team we always have a good time playing. So, last night's game transpired according to most expectations. In addtion, last night's game was the last game of the regular season, and with our win, coupled with the second-place team's loss, the Nomads have moved from third place to finish in second. And even though it would have been great to have a repeat first place finish like last season, given the turbulence this season brought, I'm quite happy to finish in the number two spot. Ok, on to the more interesting stuff...

Game 5: 422 Team (a.ka. Complete A-holes) 8 - Nomads 2
All I can say about the game two weeks ago is: WTF? As you can see, we lost. Ok, that's all that's worth saying about the actual game. The real story that night had very little to do with soccer. It all began when we first tried setting foot onto the field (queue wavy flashback melt)...

We were scheduled for the first game of the night which was at 7:00. We were facing off against 422 Team, a team we've played in the past and couldn't say anything bad about (how's that for obvious foreshadowing?). But our troubles would begin with one of the staff members of the complex where we play. Most of the Nomads had arrived before the game so we would have some time to warm up. There were some junior high lacrosse players on the soccer field, being instructed by one of the staff members (Casey was his name). When the clock on the wall read 7:00, we started onto the field. Immediately, Casey very emphatically told us to get off the field. So, we did. Then, a few minutes later, when the referee for our game told us it was now 7:00 and that we could go on to the field, the moment we set foot onto the turf, we were again immediately accosted by this Casey person. The basic argument went something like this:

Casey: GET OFF THE FIELD!

Us: We're scheduled to play at 7:00 and since it's now 7:00 we feel that we are entitled to come onto the field to start warming up.

Casey: I WORK HERE, AND I'LL TELL YOU WHEN YOU CAN COME ONTO THE FIELD. SO, GET OFF THE FIELD!

Referee: Well, I'm the official for this game and since my watch, which is actually synchronized to universal time, now reads 7:00, I'm letting the soccer teams, who have been waiting patiently, come onto the field and warm up.

Casey: NOT ONLY DO I IMMEDIATELY LAUNCH INTO CRAZED AND ANGERED TIRADES AT ANYONE WHO CHALLENGES MY AUTHORITY, AS INDICATED BY THE USE OF ALL CAPITAL LETTERS IN THIS ACCURATE AND WELL-ARTICULATED TRANSCRIPT, BUT APPARENTLY I HAVE DOMINION OVER TIME AND SPACE AND THEREFORE I CAN STATE WITH COMPLETE CONFIDENCE THAT IT IS NOT 7:00 UNTIL I SAY IT IS 7:00! SO, UNTIL I WILL IT THAT TIME ACTUALLY MOVES FORWARD TO 7:00, GET OFF THE FIELD!

Us: Umm...ok...

(Then another staff member calls to Casey from the other side of the field, with the apparent intent to tell him to leave the field, and supported by the fact that the lacrosse players are now leaving said field.)

Casey: I WANT TO HAVE A MEETING WITH THIS TEAM (points to us) AFTER THE GAME SO I CAN BRANDISH WHAT LITTLE AUTHORITY I ACTUALLY HAVE HERE IN A THREATENING AND EGOTISTICAL MANNER!

Then Casey leaves the field, and we can actually start our game not too long after we were scheduled to play. So, that was the first sign that things were not going to go smoothly for us that night. Oh, a quick postscript about the Casey-incident: he never did have that "meeting" with us, although he did single out one of our players, Mario, who probably is the least likely to take crap from anyone without ripping their head off. After the game, he told Mario that he would have him thrown out of the league, and if it wasn't for another staff member physically getting between the two, Casey would probably be unemployed today, not because he may have been fired, but because he would have most likely been dead.

Ok, I have to get some work done for now. I'll post more about this story soon...

2 Comments:

Blogger chrysopeplus said...

THAT'S IT???!!! You're going to leave us hanging like that?!!? How could you?

10:17 AM

 
Blogger OldsoccerFan said...

At least finish the story!!

7:24 AM

 

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