Some Days You Win...

...and some days you get the living shit snot beaten out of you!

There is another option there, you know... the part that says: Some days you play so horribly, you can't help but be beaten by a team that you should have easily seen off the field.

Well, yesterday was a good example of this.  My girls never had a bleeding chance.

Here is how it went down:  We had the first game of the morning, which was supposed to start at 9.  I was at the field at 7:45, so that I could start assembling the goals, and to take a look at the markings on the field, since we had so much rain lately.

I got our the parts for the goals, the corner markers, and started to mark the field when Mrs Gunfighter and Soccer Girl arrived.  they helped mer for a few minutes before some of the other girls arrived, and then SG went off to play with them.

Finished, our team was assembled and warmed up... but the referee hadn't arrived yet.  Screw it, I thought, I'm the division League Director... I mad e the call to start the game without the Ref... the little punk would just have to catch up.

Naturally, two of my players hadn't arrived, but I don't believe in waiting for players that were supposed to be there a half an hour earlier!

That said, my starting line-up was affected by not having one of my better defenders on the field.

We got mauled, even though the other two players arrived 5 minutes after that game started.... about the same time as the little punk Ref. (Mrs GF saw the Referee having a conversation with his mother in the parking lot).

Well, my girls were off their game.  There were two players who stood out, and whose level of play kept the other side to three goals, and to tell you the truth, we were lucky to get off that easily.

My players didn't listen.  They didn't talk to each other.  They stood around and looked at the ball when they should have been kicking it.  They kicked in the wrong direction!  Oh, and my Goalie!  My Goalie!  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Hello????? Can we at least PRETEND to be interested in the game?

The horror.

The horror.

As it turns out, one of the girls who is ADHD had been medicated just prior to the game, and bless her heart, she tried, but just wasn't quite with me... I am not being critical of her parents or of her... just saying what happened.  Two were late... and therefore had no warm-up, two were just not interested and several of them had been allowed to stay up late the night before... "because it's Friday, y'know?"

It was enough to make me want to eat my hat.

The late-comer's mom didn't even have the good grace to apologize for being late.

God.

I had more than a couple of glasses of wine as a result of this debacle... I'm still not sure if I am over it yet.

Comments

[Mrs. GF]

Maybe you should start having Shoot Em Up Monday with soccer related items. . .

[Gunfighter]

Maybe I should start having Shoot 'Em Up Monday, with soccer players!

[Mrs. GF]

...or better yet, with soccer parents!

[Gunfighter]

Yeeaaaaah.... parents!

[Janet]

Or refs, even.