{NOTE: Sorry, this will be a short blog again, virtually devoid of game detail. My non-futboling life hasn’t been conducive to proper writing. I can’t promise this will change in the near future.}
¿Can the Circle be Unbroken? Well… Yes and No
Depends on the circle. We opened the season against MAS and drew 5-5, but they kicked our butts in most critical area: spirit. I think this excerpt from the game 1 recap says it all.
“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.’”
While MAS failed to muster a proper chant this time around their spirits remained high. They proved the perfect opponent for our season finale because they were still clearly having fun even when the match was well out of hand with 10 minutes yet to play. As such they demonstrated the simplest and therefore most easily forgotten fact about playing futbol: the play’s the thing.
This match was pure play. All smiles, laughter, and fun. Yes, everyone ran hard. Yes, everyone—on both clubs—were at points and in equal measure amused and befuddled by Diosa’s dedication to dribbling and single-minded determination not to pass the ball. Yes, everyone was trying to get the ball and deposit it into the other team’s goal. And, yes, while that was the point of playing the game it wasn’t THE POINT.
I’ve harped on it before and I’ll do so again (and again…. and again… and again...)—if one isn’t clearly having fun running around kicking a ball, chasing people, being chased by people, and playing a game with all the faculties bestowed upon us by ¡SOLUSTRON! and The Great Blue Sky then one is lost. There may be no meaning to life as The Greatest Meta Concept Spawning Meta Concept but there one to play.
If you don’t know what it is then I’m sorry to say you’re one of The Lost.
Roll Call
Gents: Elliot, TB, Heartbreaker, Big Pete, King Vidor, Touro & Me
Ladies: Diosa, & Photonicorn the Awesome.
Not a stellar attendance week for your ¡FUTURISMO! ladies but we lucked out on a few fronts. First, neither Diosa nor Photonicorn the Awesome need a sub, just ask them. Second we picked up Katie, a lady from the match that finished before ours. She was playing in her fifth game of the day and we were stone cold fortunate on the third front because Hot Wheels (aka Deb, from Double Ataris) arrived in the nick of time to close out the last 7-ish minutes for a gassed Katie.
Weather
The game kicked off at 8:30pm. That’s properly dark this time of year so under the blue hue of the floodlights the match was. If the Moon was in attendance I didn’t see her so I had no sense of whether there were any clouds obscuring Tengri and ¡SOLUSTRON!’s view. The temperature was just shy of 70. Low humidity. It was the kind of evening that makes you appreciate being alive and able to run around kicking a ball, yelling, laughing, and singing with your fellow humans.
[Footnote: You might be thinking, “Well, ¿could you see any stars?” No, but under the conditions that doesn’t mean there weren't clouds. With the floodlights blasting down into our faces our pupils constricted enough so the stars—even if they were on display—aren’t sufficiently bright to send a strong enough impulse to the occipital lobe. Hence even if they were there we couldn’t see them.
In case you’re now thinking, “¿Wait a minute? Doesn’t that call into question the very nature of perception and thereby throw the question of ‘if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it does it make a sound' into permanent dispute.” To which I reply with a wink and the faintest of smiles.]
FIRST HALF
We scored three goals and all of them were Diosa related. She cleaned up a mess created by a TB shot the MAS keeper couldn’t control for her first goal; followed that with a bloop header off a corner kick; and then for good measure took a shot that missed the goal but found the foot a teammate far post (Heartbreaker, I think) who redirected it into the goal.
MAS didn’t threaten in the sense that they didn’t really have any killer shots or opportunities The Fates nixed. They did have a few great whacks at the ball that I was glad weren’t on target. And, Lord, they had a lady who could fly. Our defense held fast and only buckled a couple times even though it was often anchored by the less than rock steady Me flanked by a forward masquerading as a defender (Photonicorn the Awesome) and a complete stranger (Katie).
HALF TIME
With three goals in hand and nothing but fun in mind Elliot turned the gloves over to Touro for the second half who was his usual irrepressible self betwixt the timbers. At one point Touro made the most curious keeping choice by running all the way to the corner to defend a MAS lady with the ball. I’m trying to think of an easy analogy from another sport but I can’t. Just know it was basically insane. Classic Touro.
SECOND HALF
We scored three times and they scored twice. I think, again CSC still hasn’t updated the scores as of 10:26am on Wednesday. I know TB scored one of our goals after a nifty run but that’s all I remember. I have no recollection of the others. Diosa maintained her position on passing. The ball continued to make the most satisfying smacking sound off Big Pete’s Zidane-esque dome. Photonicorn the Awesome used her patented "Turn & Burn" move once to great effect. Entropy in the Universe increased so time appeared to “move forward.” Absolutely not one of the mysteries of life was addressed and absolutely not one person cared or even noticed. Not even me. That’s the hallmark of a good match.
Season 7 Conclusion
Your ¡FUTURISMOS! finished our seventh campaign with 4 wins, 4 draws, and 2 losses. One of those wins was a playoff match against a superior club. None of the losses were embarrassing.
Good season. Not a great season, but a good one.
Until next year (which means a week and half from now).
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