Cathy in the Wright

Dreary

This is what it looks like out the front window this afternoon.

Pretty bleary prospect.

I played in the Freak League last night. I cannot believe how many strange people this particular program attracts. Of the nine guys on my team, three are worth knowing. The other six are complete oddballs. In their eagerness to get to the ball, they think nothing of running over another person, even their own teammate. They panic when I play goal because I sometimes play the ball with my feet instead of picking it up, and they whine like 15 year old girls when the ref fails to make a call they feel was a blatant foul.

Question for any soccer players out there. Have you ever, ever, ever seen a ref change his call because a player or coach bitched about it? I've never seen it happen. Never. I've seen linesmen get the ref to change his call, but never a coach or player. At least not in the recreational leagues I've played in my whole life. Let it go.

And speaking of letting it go, I suppose I could have used that advice myself last night. The other team had this obnoxious little forward who looked like a midget skinhead. He had a lot of fancy footwork, and liked to throw his elbows around. He rarely passed to his own team, and our team fouled him a couple of times. I laid him out on the floor once, and he threw his arms up in the air and complained. (See Like a Girl: 15 years old) So the next time we came up against each other, he was throwing his elbow and pushing and I threw my hands up and protested loudly. I got the call. He started arguing with the ref and complaining, and I turned around and called him a little weenie hack. The ref quickly stepped between us and told him to back up. (Girls are a bit better protected by the ref than the men.)

I'm not above using the "girl factor" when someone is such a twit.

Tonight is my other indoor league, and that's lots of fun. Since most of the people in this league know each other, it's not so blood-thirsty. It is also filled with more talented men who don't need to be hacks. I tend to get in far fewer fights on Monday evenings.

Have a good week.

Posted by Cathy at November 17, 2003 02:03 PM