Well, that was fun (really, no sarcasm).
We entered the field to a gauntlet of shrieking, catty teens
and side eye-casting soccerati ; we left *spoiler* with sore muscles,
Michelle, and a satisfying tie. Our opponents were a similarly-aged team with a
similar lax attitude toward offensive structure, yet an unfortunate dedication
towards zone defense, goin’ deep and wild facial hair (…that ‘stache, man).
Despite a dearth of dude subs, we EXPLODED out of the gates,
racking up a 4-1 lead – before running out of gas (i.e. pre-game beers)
somewhat, and we headed into half tied at 6’s… whereupon we KIND OF EXPLODED
OUT OF THE GATES AGAIN (BUT TO A LESSER DEGREE), eking ahead 9-8 with Greg/Anne’s
evasive maneuvering and well-practiced alligator catches. Then, we were treated
to an act of selfless spirit not witnessed this season: their captain offered
last point with north of five minutes left – a favour we returned moments later
by giving them the tie. No matter – they actually play in the tier above us,
and we damned near beat them. We should be puffy with pride.
It should be noted that, as the title states, this game was
peppered with a ludicrous number of fouls. Funnily enough, all but one
particularly egregious strip call were completely justified and uncontested.
And despite the number of fouls, I never once thought that either team were
being nit-picky, or douchey, or reckless, or rough. They were friendly fouls,
really. Good job, everybody.
Picking a Lower Deck Donair Eggroll Oh God What Was I
Thinking Player of the Game is a bit of a challenge, as everyone killed it:
Bunny and Screech crashing the cup; Captain, Coach and Sally handling against
said cup; Armsy saving so many errant passes; Greg’s aforementioned beer-fueled
energy; etc. But I’mma give it to Tim for his impressive vertical in the end
zone to evade his coverage and snag that 8th point for us. Play. Of. The
Game.
Kisses, all!
-AA
PS: if you haven’t let us know what your story is for September
12th playoffs, please do so ASAP!