| | Thursday afternoon and into the evening had an interesting a array of affairs cooking up all together. Instead of driving up early for my college roommate’s wedding, I decided to stick around. Well, it was decided for me, when the Phillips 66 guys decided not to work on my Bronco until 6:30 in the evening. But it did give me the opportunity to enjoy a few pints with our teacher crowd, as we celebrated the alleviation of the summer’s brokenness, i.e. our first paychecks.
Carson’s BB&T squad was going to be short a few players and so he asked me and Will to come out and run around on the green Astroturf. So we assemble our crew, along with Will’s friend Justin and set out to do battle.
We’re told that our match is at 8:15, so we get there a little before 8 to kick the ball around. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I return to the field and realize a match is about to start and that I need to hurry on out there. No Carson in sight, but we begin anyway. I had one shot on goal and a few good touches, but the real story was Will’s incredible performance in goal.
The most notable part of this match was the dead-on shot to the keys I took twenty minutes in. This chap was about 3 yards away, rares back and let’s my future progeny just have it. I thought for a second ‘no problem,’ but then the excitement set in, and I hit the deck. I drug my wounded-warrior body off the pitch, in search of water and something to throw to alive some of my anger. A girl who had been watching was nearby and asked if I had rolled my ankle. I said, ‘something like that,’ and just wondered if she was just trying to be nice.
Then Carson shows up, yelling ‘Go Gunners’. I wanted to punch him. Not so much because of the gunners exclamation, but because he was late to a match in which my keys took a pounding. His retort: “Guys, our game is one the other field in a few minutes.” Turns out Justin was just being nice, asking us to play in a pick-up game.
So we assemble with Carson’s crowd: two guys who looked like they knew what they were doing, two snappy blonde girls, and a really tall country-boy goalkeeper named AB. And so the game begins with two quick goals for our side. I sub in for Carson to take my place as top defender. But the other team responds with some serious footwork (see showboating) and a string of goals. Not only this, but Will and I are getting yelled at by one of the blonde chicks. Short story made long, we got our asses handed to us 16*-4. The asterisk because I noticed two goals didn’t make the scoreboard after the 16th goal.
Then I hear the main guy for the other side say, ‘yeah, I played for Campbell.” Not just he, but three of the opposing players were ex-collegiate athletes. Now, this is supposed to be the B league. I guess sometimes a few guys’ joint impotency compels them to kick the shit out of a few former high school has-beens and a never-was, never-will-be.
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