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Just a small update really. First of all, there’s snow outside. We built a snowman last night. Harvey’s doesn’t taste good anymore. I have so much work. I’m hungry : (

This weekend I played in an indoor soccer tournament with some friends from our outdoor team, Ben, Leo and James; also joined by two friends from donning: Crystal and Glen. It was a different experience as I’ve not played indoor in forever and it requires a bit more tact with the ball, which isn’t as necessary in outdoor.

I learned a few things this weekend.

1. Indoor soccer is fun. We’re putting together a team for winter.
2. Games get competitive. Some teams come to win no matter what.
3. Soccer is serious business. I’m not joking, at least bar fights are started by drunk people for stupid reasons, I think I understand now how soccer riots get started.

Yesterday we had a very rough game with another team. If you want some kind of numeric tally, 4 out of our 6 players ended up with some kind of injury after it. We lost that one, but with our other wins we still made playoffs.

Our first playoff game today was amazing. We played hard, so did the other team, and we won.

Our final game was set against the team that we by now somewhat hated. I’ll break the anticipation now, we scored the first goal, but we lost, 4-5 I think. But that doesn’t really matter. The game was once again completely dirty. Instead of playing rough all the time, they instead took to diving. Instead of playing their team, they sat 2 of their players. I kind of wonder how the girl felt on their team, she came on for all of 20 seconds, if that.

There’s this tradition at the end of both teams shaking the others hands at the end of the game. I did, but not everyone on our team shared that desire, and I don’t blame them. I didn’t even say good game, just congratulations, because it wasn’t a good game at all. And some heated discussion later they actually followed us away to try and escalate the situation. Wow.

I suppose that in the end we felt the winners. We were smiling and laughing, instead of still bitching and trying to literally start a fight. We played better, and they knew it too. And oh right, on our way out we oh so subtly demonstrated just how we felt about their game.

James stomped his foot and knelt down.
“Ooops. I dived.”
We exit stage left.