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18 Days, 7 Games, 5 Goals, 4 Wins...
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A lifetime of positivity on the soccer field fell into
my lap over the course of the last 3 weeks. The
stars, sun and moon aligned and I guess they all said
jointly, its time for this boy to stop sucking. I
mean 5 goals in seven games are numbers a forward
would enjoy, and I play defense, and, occasionally, as
a holding midfielder. Nevertheless, I scored them
all, and some of them were pure class (one was a
penalty kick and another was a toe poke that somehow
found its way between the keeper's legs, but hey, they
all count). Needless to say, I'm in soccer heaven
right now. Too bad the season is over and I'll have
to wait 6 months to play again, thereby ruining any
chance I had at continued greatness, but I guess
there's always indoor, am I right?
Speaking of indoor soccer, I have actually been trying
to put a team together, and an odd thing happenned to
me today. Quarterly, my organization has a meeting
with all of the staff gathering in an off-site
location to listen to what the big wigs, CEO, COO, and
CFO have to say. You know, stuff like, 'The state of
the org. is good...' and other crap yada, yada,
yada. Well the only good things about these meetings
are a) they happen during working hours and b) they
serve food. Anyway, as I was talking to some
co-workers from another office just after the meeting,
I made a little joke. Since they always ask questions
during the meeting, I said that I should have asked
our CEO if he wanted to play on our indoor soccer
team. Everyone thought this was funny, and said, yeah
you should have. Well, about 30 seconds later, our
CEO walks by. (keep in mind a few things here, he is
the CEO of an organization that does several hundred
million dollars worth of 'business', he is formerly an
important professor at a famous school where he met a young
man who happens to be the Prince of Spain and later
attended his wedding, he recently testified before a
session of the Senate foreign relations committee,
he's old, and rich) So my dumb ass says, "Hey A.
(why I didn't call him Dr. A. is beyond me), you
wanna play on my indoor soccer team." A. strolls
up and says, "I hate soccer." I reply, "What! Its the
world's sport." Then I engage him in about 5 minutes
of soccer talk and the team that I had built at the org.
He then says you're talking to wrong A. (a
true Indiana Jones moment, at least if you're familiar
with The Last Crusade) and mentions that his son is a
player. I tell him that I'll drop him an email about
it (I lie), and he says sure thing. Well about an
hour later, after I'm back at my desk I get a call
from his secretary. I'm like, "Hello." She says, "Hi
Daniel, this is An. from the president's office
(his official title is president and CEO)." She goes
on, "A.'s son just dropped by for lunch and they
would love it if you could drop in to talk about the
soccer team." I'm like sure, I'll be right up. I
stuff my pockets with a few business cards and whoosh,
off to the big man's office where I catch him and his
son in the midst of a salad and a sandwich
respectively. I talk them both up about soccer, and
then, and the younger A. responds, "I'm actually a
rugby player, but I have a friend who played at
Princeton where I went to school." I'm like, wow,
sounds nice. He's like yeah, he's good so here's my
card, let me know, and so, did you play soccer in
college? (the killer question...do I respond with a
Go R.s groan and a rebel yell, do I tell him about
Ts. and Er. and Sy.'s girlfriend's brother) I
avoid the subject, "I played club ball in college, and
boy is my college small, its so small you could put it
on a dime and still see both Truman's nostrils" (is he
on the dime? who the freak knows anyway?). Okay I
didn't say that, but I did break into a L. College
spiel and how its the smallest school in the world and
how I used to throw things at S.'s window and how
J. T. is a gay male model (I'm joking, for
goodness sakes please don't go running off to tell him
and next thing you know he shows up at my door trying
to kill me). Anyway, the point is this, strange
things happen to strange people. No person in his
right mind would blather on to important people like I
do, and guess what, each and every time I do, it
either gets me in trouble or into awkward situations.
Luckily, this was a good awkward, not a bad, but not,
on the whole, recommended.
Oh by the way, I heard there was some big news event
on this past Tuesday errr Wednesday whatever. I don't
really know, I never watch the news. I'm too busy
trying to figure out new ways to hate gay people just
like the rest of the country. Now I'm going to hang
myself and go read a story about equal rights for all
Americans and crap like that. Its, obviously, a
fantasy novel.
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