Game 2: ¡FUTURISMOS! 1 — Owen Ate FC 2

By I.Madnle

We work in communications so it’s no surprise that we all have our favorite campaigns, past and present. Some of us rave about how select 7-11s were turned into Kwick-E-Marts to help promote The Simpsons Movie. Others still talk about how much harder the folks at Avis try since they were only #2 in their industry. Me? I’ve always been intrigued with how some obscure brewer used the tagline “It’s five-o’clock somewhere,” to help drive sales of his wares.

The folks at CSC apparently had that tagline in mind when they scheduled our game this past week for 9:45 PM and then decided to start our game even later—as in 10 PM. The time I’m usually shutting off lights and heading for bed. But no matter: “It’s a decent hour somewhere, let’s get this game started.”

The problem is that sleep deprivation has serious consequences. Consider the Challenger incident. Or the Exxon Valdez spill in Alaska. Or the time I poured orange juice into my bowl of cereal at breakfast. Yup. There’s something to be said for Circadian rhythms. And for heeding the biological requirements of sleep.

Which is why I’m so surprised about the score. The opposing team, “owen ate fc,” was a band of rag-tag foreigners hailing from the English isle. They’re a full six hours ahead of us!

Nevertheless, your ¡FUTURISMOS! lost 1:2 after a fifty-minute game back under the roof of the indoor football facility on the University of Minnesota campus.

Despite the score, there were a number of highlights in the game:

• A beautiful score by Tim Blevins in the opening minutes of the second half.
  
• The debut of Boba Fettrow—on both Defense and Offense.
  
• The second breakdown of a goal in mid-game.
  

Breakdown can be taken completely literally, as the crossbar folded and fell to the pitch, bringing the verticals right down with them. What caused this? Gravity. What goes up must eventually come down. But was there an instigation? Yes, in the form of a broken nose on the face of our very own goalie Elliot.*

*This bears more description. To watch Elliot play keep (aka play goalie) is absolutely amazing. The man always risks his own longevity just to keep the opposing team from putting the black-and-white sphere behind him in the net. So it was bound to happen that, on one of his face-first-dives some part of his body would meet some part of the body of an opposing player. After three major plays the odds played themselves out and Elliot’s face met the foot or knee of an “owen” player. Now, I’m not a doctor. And I don’t play one on TV. But I do have Clients who are doctors, so I think it’s fair to say that when you see blood coming out of a person’s nose, and when parts of that nose seem to move in opposing directions, said nose is probably broken.