friday afternoon, chris, jason and i became season ticket holders for the houston astros. i was pumped for two reasons. one: ever since i really got into baseball, i’ve waited for the day i could afford season tickets (we got a 27-game mini-plan). and two: we get an option for the all-star game, which is going to be in houston this year. so it was friday afternoon, and i’m feeling good, feeling proud, feeling ready for april. and then i just get back to my desk today after a morning and early afternoon of meetings, and find out that the astros just signed roger clemens!!
holy crap!!
i mean, seriously, HOLY CRAP!!!
i had a nice weekend. get-together at ron and buzz’s place on friday night; 4 mile run, errands, and settles/seafarers of catan on saturday; chatting, cleaning, errands, and soccer game on sunday. i did manage to forget to watch the panthers game (but fortunately saw the highlights on sportscenter), and couldn’t watch the tech-carolina game last night because of soccer (oh well, tech got pummelled anyway).
and soccer last night was infinitely frustrating. we played incredibly well the first half, and it was a fluke that we didn’t score. we played worse the second half, but the game was still tied 0-0 with 45 seconds left when the other team scored. i was so silently enraged for one simple reason: if my team had held the defensive line, the other team would not have scored. i’m the sweeper, thus i’m the “keeper of the line.” so the other team is setting up for their kick, and i’m standing about 20 feet in front of the goal yelling “hold the line, yellow!” i turn to look at the girl on the other team. she kicks the ball, it goes over my head, i turn around, and BAM–two of my own teammates have run behind me, thus allowing three members of the other team to run behind me, thus allowing one of them to kick the ball in the goal just before megan, our keeper can reach it.
so maddening.
then, to make matters worse, as the game ended and we were walking back over to the sidelines, two of my own teammates started yelling at each other. i tried to calm them down, but they wouldn’t listen. one of our others players turned to me quietly and said “it’s not worth it sarah, they’ve been arguing the entire game.” i couldn’t get them to drop it. apparently each of them thought the other was getting in her way, but come on! we are the only team that fights among itself! how absurd is that!
so it was 85 minutes good, and 5 minutes bad. but those 5 minutes were enough to leave a bad taste in my mouth for a few hours last night. c’est la vie. we are improving, though, and at this point i think the thing that’s holding us back is our communication, not our athletic skills.
