Cathy in the Wright

Anyone? Anyone?

Well, something is afoot with the old blog again. I can log into Moveable Type, but when I try to bring up my page....blank. I'm not sure if there is something wrong on my end or with the entire server, but everything disappeared. Well, we'll see. (Update: she appears to be working again. Ya-hoo.)

Last night at the soccer arena, I was watching a couple of teams battle it out, and then gasped out loud when I saw one of the players take the field. Boo Radley lives and breathes. I have never seen such a pale, ghastly fellow. I kept expecting him to shield his eyes from the bright lights. Scary.

But not quite as scary as facing the Teenagers. My 9 o'clock game was against a team of 18-year-olds. Players have to be at least 18 to play in this league; my guess is that most of these guys and gals don't quite qualify. They're fast, they're very, very good, and they routinely beat other teams by several goals. And they're a bunch of arrogant jerks.

We tied them. In the last 8 seconds of the game, we evened the score.

You have never heard such a bunch of whining, bitching, and complaining. Well, you have if you have children. Some of these brats wouldn't even come off the bench and shake our hands. It didn't help that we were whoopin' it up as though we had thoroughly thrashed them by a dozen goals. And when the team that played after us came over to our bench and congratulated us on sticking it to the Teenagers...well, I'm sure a bunch of cell phones were whipped out in the parking lot and a lot of conversations initiated that began with the words "OmiGod! You would, like, not BELIEVE the bunch of old assh*les we played tonight!"

Priceless.

Posted by Cathy at January 21, 2006 08:57 AM