Game 4: ¡FUTURISMOS! 2 – Chickenmoose FC 2

THE GAME
I missed the game due to circumstance beyond my control (namely the distance between San Francisco and Minneapolis) so I know precious little beyond the outcome. I’m told there was a hodgepodge of ¡FUTURISMOS! on hand including Socrates’ brother—Plato, I presume—and Stacy Janicki who was by all reports a class goal keeper. Big Duke (aka “John Wayne” aka “John Warne”) and Plato each scored and your ¡FUTURISMOS! held a 1-goal lead down the stretch. Alas, a defensive lapse in the waning moments led to a Chickenmoose counter attack goal to level. Time.

SEASON 6 THUS FAR: ¿RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT?
The captain of CL’s We-Are-Awesome-O-5000s quipped before our season opening game “I’ve seen the future… and it doesn’t look bright.” We responded by throttling them 5-0 but through 4 games the luminosity factor of your ¡FUTURISMOS! is very much in doubt.

After blasting out of the gate with 2 resounding victories we suffered a scoreless draw against a team we’d thrice defeated followed by this last second collapse. This is surely a divine quip from the Gods regarding your ¡FUTURISMOS! relative shine.

¿Is this plateau of draws to be a launching pad from which we take flight to regain our place burning brightly in the league’s stratosphere? ¿Or is it a precipice from which we drop marking the end of a glorious beginning, consigned -- like all other shooting stars -- to the status of dust?

The answer to those questions lies beyond even the reach of the Gods. Only Time (or the notoriously tightlipped Fates) will tell. But I do know this: Worry not, dear ¡FUTURISMOS! fan, because while I can not guarantee the outcome of future matches I can promise effort and enthusiasm worthy as a gift to the Great Blue Sky that oversees us all.