Footie, Beer, Tiger, Reggie Bush, Late night eats, Hip-hop concert, Wine, Man U, and a Home Cooked Meal

What else could I ask for?

This past weekend was a good one. Saturday morning played in a footie match. This was the 2nd team from the club I had mentioned previously, Brentnal FC. From the start i can tell it will be a whole new ball game - these guys could actually put a couple passes together.

The game goes well for me, despite being given a red card in the final ten minutes after arguing a TERRIBLE call in which the referee gives a goal to the other team saying that the ball went over the goal line. As our goalkeep gathered the ball, one of their players even joked about it being a goal as he clearly knew it wasn't.

First off, he was in NO position to make the call in the first place, and if you do make this call, have the balls to stand behind and make the call definitively. When he made the call, he blew his whistle very feigntly causing everyone to look around and question what the hell was going on. When he pointed to the center circle (indicating a goal) I lost my mind. After yelling at him for about 30 seconds, even reenacting part of the game action, I finished my day on the pitch telling him "that was f*cking terrible and you know it!" He instantly red carded me. Of course i think its b*llsh!t, but i walk off the field without saying a word and watch my team finish the last 10 mins of the game with 10 men. Luckily they are able to preserve the draw.

After the game, players on my team lobby to get the Red card and subsequent suspension reversed. As they plead with the ref i walk over to talk to the ref. All he says is that he wants an apology. An apology?!? What kind of ref is this? (I think he has been watching too much Dr. Phil) Being a referee is no job for the sensitive. Of course i apologize and he agrees to revoke the Red so I am able to play next week. In fact, he names me the Man of the Match. HA. I seriously laughed in his face when he told me. Why red card me, then? Just tell me to shut up. I need that sometimes as we all know.

Now that things are all good, we head over to the pub and have a few pints. Getting to know the guys, i definitely think this is the team i will be playing for. Decent player and decent guys. I will know for sure after this weekend's game and night out. It's a team night out for dinner, clubs, and most likely some debauchery....

Saturday night i joined my next door neighbors (a young couple in their mid twenties ) at a Jurassic 5 concert sandwiched by trips to the bar and fast food. Before the concert i didnt have time to eat so i grabbed a quick chicken wrap and chips before heading into the bar for pregame drinks. Then after the concert we went to the bar for a couple drinks, then to MacD's for double quarter pounders. Disgusting, i know, but such a good idea at the time...

Sunday morning i played in another football match, but was decieved by the organiser into think that i would be playing in a 'good match' after blatently telling him that i wanted no part of a 3rd team game. I found out after the match that it was the 3rd, not that i couldnt tell during it. This team was only a couple notches better than last week's 3rd team squad and that only becuase there were actually a few athletes in the team. But as far as proper football minds, there were none. So i guess in two ways the joke was on me, first by having to play on a second week on a 3rd team after 100% expressing my interest in not wanting to do so, and second by for the 3rd game in a row making some ridiculous mistake and affecting the game. This time I tripped a guy in the box - ever so slightly and he came crashing down - and gave them a penalty kick. I wanted to walk off the field right then, not becuase i was embarrassed about the penalty kick. I could care less, but for the fact that once again, despite thinking that the rest of the the guys on the field wouldnt have even made my high school JV team, i am the idiot that Fs up the way i did (e.g. penalty kick and own goal (see posting "Saturday's Footie Match")). These guys were terrible and i was giving them reason to think i was as well! Ahhhh. I will NEVER play for them again. Did i mention that the game was at 10:30am? Im an idiot for even showing!

Things turned for the better that evening as I was invited to a home cooked meal (fish pie) and a day of sports with the boys. I do miss those days. We also played a game of 'Articulate' which a version of Scattagories. I completely failed at this game - although we came in second - because its all based on UK/European information. As the lone American in the game i was yes the center of many a joke. And the one time i get someone that I think everyone knows, my teammate Lou, couldnt guess it despite the stellar clues of "Four score, seven years ago" and "freed the slaves" and "American president". Oh well. Cant win them all i guess.

All in all, a great weekend.