I’m thinking of going to the soccer referee clinic my league is holding this weekend, but I’m having trouble deciding for certain. I think it would be fun to really learn the rules (more in-depth than I know as a player) and I’ve always thought it would be fun to ref games. Once I took the clinic, I’d be eligible to ref any of the games in the 6 different divisions my league has, and it’d be a way to earn a couple extra bucks here and there. The thing holding me back, silly as it sounds, is that the clinic is literally all weekend. Four hours on Friday night, a full 8-hour day on Saturday, and five more hours on Sunday. That’s giving a lot of my weekend to learning about soccer.
But I’ll probably do it.
I watched a few innings of the Astros game last night before heading over to Debbie’s for TV and Jason’s yummy Creme de Menthe pie. (Mmmmm…pie.) Anyway, it has become just downright depressing to watch the Astros play. Even the Braves, who have lost time and time again in the postseason, don’t give me the sad feeling the Astros have given me this year. They had so much promise, and they just… I don’t even know. They say they’re trying, but their hearts aren’t in it. I don’t see them trying, I don’t see them running all the way through first base when they make contact, or stepping it up on defense, or coming to the mound with utter conviction that there’s no way the guy at the plate will hit their pitch. And so they continue to halfheartedly jog to first, miss routine catches and throws, and give up runs in the middle and late innings.
