Kumquats Lose??

Yes folks, we knew it had to happen sometime, and it was one hell of a way to go out last night. We lost our league championship in penalty kicks after a 2-2 tie ended the game. I was, needless to say, not happy with my performance, especially since the team played their hearts out with two of our best players missing. Stupid wedding in Boston, New Hampshire. Stupid elders' quorum meetings.

I got two goals scored on me - the first was a phenomenal shot from about 25 yards out that no one saw coming, right into the upper 90 on my right side... I did my best to get there, but I just ain't 22 no more. But that could be a whole other episode of SBT. The second goal got passed a defender to dribble about five yards from the goal, where I did my best to cut his angle, but he was able to sneak a ball past to the far side. What stinks about that is that I got my hand on the ball, and EVERY ball I get my hand on should be a save.

On the plus side, Matt had a supremely awesome goal that no one knew was going in until in actually went it. I couldn't tell if he was trying to cross the ball and got a lucky touch or if he was actually shooting, but I'll tell you this... his eyes were closed the whole time when he let that thing fly... right into the side netting from an impossible angle about 30 yards from the goal almost on the endline from what I could see.

Remember that high school playoff game where I stopped three PKs and we won? Oh you don't? Right - I didn't know any of you in high school... well, there was this playoff game, where I stopped three PKs to win it.

That didn't happen last night. I got my hand on one (AGAIN? SERIOUSLY?) that ended up scoring anyway and didn't really come close to any of the others, and they ended up winning the PK battle 5-4.

Ugh - not only do I hate losing, but I hate it when another keeper looks better than me. He saved one PK. I really hate that... Almost to the point where I am going to start working out every day to get the form back. Almost... I haven't decided yet...

The one saving grace out of the whole game was afterward when a member of the DB white team started talking trash to us about poaching one of their players (ie - asking her to play for us not him.) Now, while we did ask her to play for us you have to understand a few things:

1. She was not on his roster and only filled in playing for his team for one game
2. She goes to the singles ward with Tyson and me
3. She has a HUGE crush on Tyson and would play with him in the Naked Arctic League
4. She's good (and from Tennessee, but that's neither here nor there)

So this guy was talking trash basically saying "Hi, I'm a huge tool - would you like to take some of your aggression from the loss you just had and direct that to me?" And Matt and I took him up on his kind offer. We stood there verbally abusing this little prick, while he could come up with nothing. It got to be so fun that Danielle, another girl on our team, got into it while knowing nothing of what was going on. I won't repeat here what was said for our more fragile feminine readers, but it was awesome. And fun, and we got to relieve that tension and put me in a somewhat better mood.