The Joys of soccer.
Last night, my Tuesday night outdoor team only had seven (7) guys show up. The minimum you are alowed to field is seven (7), any less and you must forfeit. We decided to play it out, and we played really well given the situation, and I definitely got a lot of run in, but when we fell behind 4-0 late in the second half, we officially forfeited, which basically means we agreed to just call the game then. They weren't all that good, and it was a bit of a "moral victory" that we held them to 4 goals and even generated some scoring chances (and were robbed on a great save once). Tad was solid in the net for us, as our new "full-time" goalie.
Tonight. My indoor team won 8-6, and we gave them a couple of their goals. It shouldn't have been that close. I didn't have my "A" game, and I'm a little frustrated about how I played, but all that matters is we won, I suppose. I was hacked down pretty viciously midway through the second half, and I threw a bit of a tantrum and went after the guy a bit. I didn't throw a punch or anything, i just sort of grabbed him and screamed at him, but it got me a two-minute penalty. He got one, of course, for the foul. I can just be a bit of a hothead, I guess.
