Playoffs 3rd Round

Not sure if you guys really want the “play-by-play” of my daughter’s playoffs.  But your getting it anyway!

Round 3 was two nights ago… Was a tough tough team.  We came out with a quick lead on a weakass penalty free kick from just outside the box.  Should never of been called but we will take the 1-0 lead.

Then we gave up 2 goals.  Went down 1-2.

Little B took the ball at the half-way line and beat her defender.  Slide the ball to another forward who one-touched it back to a sprinting B.  B had the center back hit her hard so she was able to spin around and kicked the ball up for a volley and blasted the ball on the up bounce into the left upper 90 of the goal from about 25 yards out.  Brilliant.  Best goal I have seen EVER by little B.  Tied 2-2

We give up a goal in the beginning of the 2nd half; down 2-3.  1:47 seconds left in the game.  The girls are all dog tired.  Big R is a wall in defense.  Sliding into girls, blocking shots with her body, chasing streaking forward all over the place.  They dominated possession.  B is getting pissed.  Many of the girls are giving up.  Cramping, our mid-fielder is throwing up on the sidelines, 2 injuries.  We have nobody to sub… Big R has to come out because both knees are bleeding and the ref spots them.  Quickly the trainer tapes them up.. Its a marathon.  Nail biter.  I have a head-ache from yelling and the tension.

1:47 seconds left, Little B takes the ball 10 yards outside the box.  Goes to her left.  Steps past a defender and the center back is rushing toward her.  She hits a hard left-footed goal just above the goal-keepers stretched hand and into the bottom of the crossbar.  Ball bounces into the ground past the goal line for a goal!  We go friggin nuts!!!  Dog-pile in the goal box.  Girls are crying… B is jumping up and down like a maniac.  I’m shedding tears high fiving my father, my buddies who all came out to watch the girls dominate… Big R races down the field in a full spring and picks Little B up and tackles her again!  Its one of the most impressive moments of my life.

Go into double over time (2 – 10 minute over times)  and the score remains 3-3.  Its time for penalty kicks to decide the winner.  Little B sprints out to the spot 1st and takes the ball from the ref places it quickly on spot and bounces as if saying to the ref, “Come on chump; blow the damn whistle”.  Whistle blows and Little B blasts it into the right corner for the first goal!  Our keeper makes 3 miraculous saves and we win the friggin game!!

WOO HOOO

On to Regional Semi-finals (2 games away from state!!).  This Friday at 4.

Both girls are in the ice bath yesterday and today… Lets go girls!

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Worst Break-Ups

I have been dumped a few too many times.  Its hard buts it is true.  I have also dumped a few girls in my time.  Its not so hard but its true.

The other day one of my friends on facebook posted a picture of myself and my prom date.  We are talking a long time ago.  I looked so good.  My white top hat and cane.  Ice-Cream white tux.  Dude, I rocked the prom.

I remember I was dating a girl that was a year younger.  She was a prim and proper girl.  The type you date but just don’t bring to prom.  Prom is crazy, prom is wild… We had a beach house in Galveston that night.  You have to have a date who is allowed to stay out all night.  Or one that is good at sneaking out.

Well.  As a kid my father always used to tell me, “Don’t date any girl longer than 6 weeks in high school!  High school is for practicing.  You need to have some fun and bounce around.”  I should of never listened to this bit of advice.  Truthfully, he probably told me this after having 4 too many scotches. This was just some great sounding advice that he never imagined I would take.

My prom date was a good girl.  Beautiful, fun, cute, a cheerleader, with good parents, etc…  She was not allowed to attend the Galveston after-prom festivities.  This could not happen.  I had to figure out something and figure it out fast.  My first thought was to get her drunk and just take the limo to Galveston.  I soon realized that was a crappy idea.

I started convincing myself that she was a year younger and I was leaving in June for Arkansas.  Off to college I was heading.  She would be still in high school.  This could never work.

At the prom… I won “Class Wittiest”  This was no surprise.  I was angry that I did not win “Most Popular” but I have learned to live with it along with the help of some counselors.

We then hit the dance floor and did win best dancing couple of the night.  I never knew what our prize was.

Anyways…  I walked over the assistant principal and told him I was going to dump my girlfriend.  I then told him I needed his help.  I handed the AP $60 bucks and asked him to help her.  I then went to the payphone (no cell phones back then) and called a taxi cab.  I walked over to my girlfriend and said something along the lines, “Sorry babe, I’m too cool for school and we are through… Hop in that cab and good luck with the rest of your life.”  I can’t remember the exact words I said but I’m sure they sounded worse than that to my girlfriend.

I jumped in the limo and went to another girl’s house that was a little more frisky.  Threw rocks at her window and she snuck out to Galveston with me.

This is horrible.  This is cold.  But it is true.  I often think back to how horrible I was.  I think back to how devastated she was.

Paybacks are hell.  I hope I am a better person today…

Angry Women

I was talking to a new friend the other day about music.  One of those, “What type of music do you listen to conversations…?”  I mentioned that through the 90s up until today I like a lot of the woman singers out there.

Might of had a crush on Stevie Nicks back in the day.  Maybe Heart…

But as an adult I was impressed with the Alanis Morissette and Avril Lavigne type.

Today I was out surfing blogs and stopped in at one of my favorites, Harsh Reality.  (This place always makes me laugh.  Love the opinions of the Opinionated Man).  He had the following video up of Christina Perri:

Christina is one of my latest favorites.  I just love her “look”.  The tattoos, combat boots with the wedding dress.  But mostly her teeth.  I know.  That’s a weird comment.  I don’t have any teeth fetishes (not sure if there is even a tooth fetish?)  But the fact that her bottom teeth are crooked.  It just adds to her imperfections which in my opinion, make her attractive.  I’m a screwed up mess, what can I say?

Your gonna catch a cold from the ice inside of your soul. 

Power, thought provoking, deep?  Or maybe just my tooth fetish?

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10 reasons shorter men are hotter than tall guys

I like this…

American Sniper

American Sniper

I enjoy movies.  I have seen a lot of movies in my 44 years.  I have never experienced what I experienced this afternoon at the end of American Sniper.

The movie ended (I won’t spoil it for you) and a few hands clapped but then a wave of silence spread across the theatre.  This was a crowded theatre.  I was alone towards the middle top.  The entire theatre emptied in a slow, orderly fashion and you could of heard a pen drop.  It was deathly silent.

Plain and simple; Clint Eastwood is a genius.

Circa 1978-1980 I was in early elementary school.  My teacher gave us an assignment to write a letter to an influential figure in our lives.  The idea was that they would write us back.  Hopefully, create a pen-pal type of situation.  We get to practice our handwriting and learn how to address an envelope with the correct headings and addresses.  We may even get a little extra something in return.

My influential figure was Clint Eastwood.  I have no idea why.  I was only 8-9 years old.  I wasn’t allowed to watch any of his R-rated movies.  I was watching, Any Which Way You Can and Everywhich Way But Loose.  I guess?

I was enthralled by this actor.  He was such the ALPHA Male to me.  I wanted to be like him.

3-4 weeks after I mailed my letter to Mr. Eastwood, I received a package in the mail.  It was a glossy 8×10 photo of Clint himself in a white cowboy hat!  He signed the bottom

Chris, Thanks for being a fan!

  • Clint Eastwood

I wish I still had that photo.  A long lost memory.  It cemented in my psyche that Clint Eastwood was and is the greatest Hollywood celebrity there is.  I could talk about him for days…

What impresses me the most today is how Mr. Eastwood can write a story… How he can produce and direct a movie that will pull at your heartstrings.  Shake me to my core.

  • Unforgiven
  • A Perfect World
  • Million Dollar Baby
  • Invictus
  • Gran Torino
  • And now American Sniper

I realize that Mr. Eastwood has done so much more.  But these are some of my latest favorites.  The ending music of Gran Torino with Clint singing is haunting.  The ability to infuse sports into Nelson Mandela’s life in Invictus.  The relationship story of A Perfect World and Million Dollar Baby.  Wow… when Hillary Swank breaks her neck in Million Dollar Baby I was rattled.  The gunfight in Unforgiven… The acting he is able to do as well…  I can’t get enough of Clint Eastwood.

 

Bradley Cooper deserves whatever awards that the liberals in Hollywood can muster.  This man is solid.  He nailed this part.  Eastwood was able to cast the best possible actor for this role.

The story is truly inspirational.  My daughter, R, and I went to the grocery this afternoon after I had seen the movie.  She watched it yesterday.  She was asking me.  How could Chris Kyle not “freak out” like the other soldiers.  Why was he able to heal?  I started to go over the beginning of the movie.  Back to his childhood.

Kyle was raised by a very strict father.  He explained that there are three types of people in this world.

  • Sheep
  • Wolves
  • Sheep dogs

Most people are sheep and the rest are wolves preying on the sheep.  The sheep dogs are rare and they are the ones that protect their own.

Kyle jumped in on a schoolyard fight when his little brother was getting his butt beat.  Kyle took down the bully.  His father said at the dinner table something along the lines, “I ain’t raising no sheep!”  He then pulls out his belt and slams it on the table saying, “If you’re a wolf get ready!”  referring to the belt.  So the only other thing you could be in Kyle’s life was a sheepdog.  His dad asked, “Did you finish it?”  referring to beating down the bully.

That explains all you need to know about Chris Kyle.  He viewed his fellow soldiers as “his own”.  He was a sheep dog and was killing the bad guys just to protect his own.  He never thought too deep about the politics, the reasons of war, is it morally correct, etc…. He was simply a sheep dog protecting his own.

R then tells me…

“You know how you are always telling me that most people are sheep?”

I answer, “yes…”  (I have always taught the girls that most people are sheep that need herding. Just because they are sheep doesn’t mean they need to be slaughtered.  Help guide them along the right path.).

R says, “Well I said that most people are sheep or something along those line the other day at school.  Some girl got really mad at me and said that was the worst thing she has ever heard me say.”  R pauses with me looking at her… “I guess she is a sheep.”

We both laugh…. We have a screwed up sense of humor.

Go see American Sniper