Game 1: ¡FUTURISMOS! 2 — Snowball’s Chance 4

Editor’s Note: This season the recaps will be written by an assortment of your beloved ¡FUTURISMOS! rather than solely by me. How many of we happy few will lend our words to the noble service of extolling our exploits remains to be seen. Fittingly enough Season 4 begins both with a new Captain and a new chronicler.

By SKYWALKER

I will begin this recap by stating that I am a bit foggy on the details, I blame Andrew Charon’s darling baby girl, Quinn, who was crawling around the sideline dressed up like a pumpkin.

The first game of the season supplied the ¡FUTURISMOS! with plenty of optimistic fuel. Admittedly (me) or not (everyone else), “The Final Countdown” was playing in our heads while we walked onto the field anticipating some truly inspired soccer playing. Unfortunately, that song totally sucks. It sucks and we lost.

It isn’t that we played as unfortunately as we have in season’s past, it’s just that we didn’t play up to the level that we needed to in order to beat Snowball’s Chance. Their team tapped into two people for the vast majority of their talent; we will call them boy who posed a serious threat and boy who posed an imminent threat.

We kept up with these boys and their team quite well in the 1st half. Our first goal was scored by Caguin who was assisted by team newcomer Andrew Charon. Blevins scored our second goal after carrying the ball up field and practically walking into the net.
Emily Kaiden stepped up to the defensive plate and shut down numerous plays, while Hassle brought out her signature hustle. Things were left standing evenly at half time with a score of 2-2.

The second half, however, was not so balanced. The short of it is that the serious and imminent threats scored two more goals on us and we scored zero on them, which left the game’s final score at 4-2.

Obviously we weren’t happy with the loss, but sometimes you don’t have to win in order to walk away smiling. Case in point: A nasty tempered little thing on their team freaked out and called me a name that rhymes with itch when she thought I was being too aggressive. Then she received a yellow card as punishment for her fowl behavior, which forced her to sit out the rest of the game. Ah, the splendid satisfaction received when watching your opponent get shamefully sent to the time-out corner.

Perhaps next game will lend the opportunity for us to shine like the glorious bits of stardust that we are…and perhaps we will also see more of your dapper faces on the sideline.