Game 1 Final: ¡FUTURISMOS! 5 – MAS 5

There is no recap this week. Oh, I was there. I even took notes because I couldn’t play. In fact there is a recap but upon reflection I decided it was too bitter to share. This was a disheartening draw for me not because we had a 4-1 halftime lead and literally handed the match over to MAS in the second half thanks to a disastrous combination of questionable personnel deployment and generally poor play.

No. The source of my bitterness is that for the first time in club history we were hands down out team spirited. It got so bad that late in the second half Diosa turned to me while the legion of MAS reserves were in mid-protracted chant and said, “They’re way cooler than we are. I wish I was [sic] playing for them.”

It sickened me because it was true. They looked like the Celtics and we looked like the Lakers during the NBA Finals. And if I had to assign myself a role in this travesty I’d be Kobe Bryant: The Chief Downer. I never thought I’d be on the loosing end of a ¿Whose Team Is More Spirited? match. We’ve drawn on that front a few times, which is my preference, but had never been decisively defeated.

I realize this is a ridiculous overreaction on my part and that from a third-party perspective this was a fun match. But I just can’t see it that way. Maybe someday but not today and today is when I’m writing the recap so I can quickly try to forget this game ever happened.

I’m beginning that process now. If you want to know more you’re going to have ask a ¡FUTURISMO!

Just make sure it isn’t me.

Epilogue
After rumbling around my apartment for 6-plus hours trying to start forgetting about this match I feel like renegade Replicant Roy Batty at the conclusion of Blade Runner. Only now do I fully appreciate how wrong my attitude has been all along but I--like Roy Batty was--am too far-gone to do anything about it. Here are Roy’s closing lines (with a couple minor alterations):

“I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Juju’s Faustian Moment. Diosa casting a Falling On Your Face Curse on a MAS guy. Big Pete scoring multiple goals. Zarate loosing her mood ring and weeping (or perhaps rejoicing) at Macaulay Culkin’s premature passing. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain.... Time to die.”

Or in my case, “… Time to sleep.”