Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

SHE GOT A GOAL!!!


*dance of joy, dance of joy, dance of joy*

It was BEAUTIFUL!!! There was a big, blustery cold front blowing in, and our team had the advantage of the wind in the first half. Miss Impertinent saw her chance, lofted the shot up and over the head of the keeper and STRAIGHT INTO THE GOAL!!! It was EPIC!!!

AND I NEARLY MISSED IT!!!

I had the Tall Blonde's 3 year old son in my lap, my head bent over his as I tried to understand what he was telling me, and suddenly, the Tall Blonde grabbed my arm, yanked, and said, "LOOK, AUNTIE!!" and I looked up just in time to see it!!

They lost, 2 to 1, because the other team had the advantage of the wind, and we lost our goalie to a band concert at half time, but STILL!! It was AWESOME!!!

The Impertinent Daughter's first words to me when she saw me after the game?

"Mum, you're getting a tattoo!!!"

LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!

...otherwise known as your Saturday Soccer Report.

The Impertinent Daughter's team, Glacier Freeze, had a double header today.

THEY WON A GAME!! WOOT, WOOT, WOOT!!!!

They won the first game, 3 to 1. I missed the first half, because her game was in Austin at 11, and the Impossible Son had a game here in town at 10. His team, the Blackhawk Firebolts, tied their game, 1-1, and I missed the first half of THAT, because the parents who were supposed to bring snacks tanked and forgot. Even though they got a reminder call both last night, and this morning! So... the coach's wife (namely me) had to run to the grocery store for snackage and drinkage, and you know, I think every slow driver in the surrounding 50 mile perimeter decided to get in front of me and poke along. So, I got back just as half time ended.

*snarl*

Anyhow, after Mr. Manzie's game was over, we jumped in the minivan and went to Austin and Slaughter Creek just in time for the second half of Miss Priss' game. The parents were all quietly hysterical. No, really, I mean that. They were all perched on the edges of their seats, or standing in little bunches and twitching, looking like they all wanted to just... burst or something. And then I found out why. One of the moms came to me as I was setting up the chairs and said, "We're winning."

I stopped, turned to look at her and said, "What?"

"We're winning." Then she clapped her hand over my mouth before I could scream with joy. "SHHHHH!!! No, no, we're trying not to jinx it! Do your happy dance, but not a word!!"

So, Auntie did a very quiet, very subdued little happy dance, and held in her "SQUEEEE!!" until the whistle blew, and then everybody jumped up and down, squealing, screaming, whooping, and acting like our kids had just won the World Cup. Because, well, they had! They'd won their first game as a team, and it was GREAT!!

The second game... eh... not so much.

We had different referees, who apparently felt that where soccer is concerned "Anything Goes." It was like we were playing... No Rules Soccer. I actually went up to one of the refs the minute he called half-time, grabbed his whistle, and blew it. He stared at me and said, "Why'd you do that??"

I grimaced and said, "I just wanted to see if it worked."

No. He didn't get it. *head-palm* There were a whole bunch of violations, a lot of kicking, spiking (yes, you read that right, spiking, very blatant spiking) tripping, jersey pulling, at least ONE red-card violation, which, while the refs didn't call her on it, they did tell the coach to pull her when they saw me coming with steam blowing out of my ears). It was a rough, dirty game, at least one of our girls got punched, our goalie got kicked in the stomach, another may have a broken toe... and we lost, 8-0. And yes, I am making a complaint to the league!!

But, you should have seen ID!! One of my favorite moments was when she was playing forward, and this big blonde girl(#6) was on her as ID was taking the ball to the goal. #6 grabbed ID's jersey, pulled, then tried to push my girl down. Miss Priss got mad. Her chin jutted out, her head went down, and she reached out with one hand and planted it on #6's shoulder, holding her off as she kept the ball away from her, then passed it to one of our players in one of the most sweet passes I've seen from our girls so far this season. If the girl she'd been passing to had been paying more attention, it would have been a definite goal!! MAN!!

But I will treasure forever the astonishment on #6's face at being held off the ball, and how deceptively strong my daughter is!! HEE!!

So, there you have it! The Impossible Son's team tied their last game, and the Impertinent Daughter's team won one, lost one! All in all, a most educational season!!

Now we start training for the 3 on 3 tournament in January!! WOOT!!