soccer report twofer

On Wednesday, Fubar defeated 50/50 5-3.  Good game, i was very active, made a bunch of saves, and only the first goal we gave up was the result of a defensive mistake (mine, duh).  Tonight, Fubar and BYC tied, 6-6, in a very rough game that i think is significantly the ref's fault for not calling a tighter game.

Unfortunately, i badly sprained my left instep close to the end of the game trying to save a high shot... i jumped and twisted, and my left ankle just gave way, and i had to come out.  So now it's badly swollen and bruised, but i'm pretty sure nothing's broken; in fact, it's practically the same injury i got on my hand stopping that shot a month ago.  Fubar has a bye next Wednesday, but i definitely can't play my Blasters game on Monday.  I'm really glad Kim came to see me tonight, because it would've been hell to get in the car and drive home on my own.

In the meantime, i'm really pissed off at those bitches at Off The Wall Soccer, because their idea of a cold pack is a paper cup full of frozen water (which is only available, in my experience, half the time).  Kim and i approached one of the employees to ask him to get some first aid kits available, especially those one-use chemical cold packs.  Turns out he's the manager and he "disagrees" with us because the paper cups are "cheaper" and he doesn't think it's OTWS's responsibility to provide that sort of stuff for players, but they're "welcome to bring stuff on their own."

A simple use of Google reveals a case of single-use cold compresses for barely more than a dollar a pop.  I mean, fuck, you don't have to have them out there for players to just take one as they please, but come on!  I've seen enough teammates get hurt, and this time it was my turn, and i'm supposed to make do with a fucking Dixie cup?  Fuck you assholes!  Let's review: $745 per team per session.  At 11 members per team, that's another $70, at five sessions a year, plus $70 yearly membership, that's a tidy $420 each player pays OTWS for the privilege of trying to make a paper-wrapped block of ice fit around a busted joint.  Or, put it this way: 4 women's divisions, 9 coed divisions, and 15 men's divisions, each with an average of 8 teams, over 5 sessions a year means $166800 in team fees, plus 11 players on each of those teams means $172480 in membership fees.  That's almost $350k a year ONLY counting fees.  Add merchandise and food/drink sales.  Do you think they can spare the money to get some fuckin' cold packs?  I sure fuckin' do.

soccer report twofer

On Wednesday, Fubar defeated 50/50 5-3.  Good game, i was very active, made a bunch of saves, and only the first goal we gave up was the result of a defensive mistake (mine, duh).  Tonight, Fubar and BYC tied, 6-6, in a very rough game that i think is significantly the ref's fault for not calling a tighter game.

Unfortunately, i badly sprained my left instep close to the end of the game trying to save a high shot... i jumped and twisted, and my left ankle just gave way, and i had to come out.  So now it's badly swollen and bruised, but i'm pretty sure nothing's broken; in fact, it's practically the same injury i got on my hand stopping that shot a month ago.  Fubar has a bye next Wednesday, but i definitely can't play my Blasters game on Monday.  I'm really glad Kim came to see me tonight, because it would've been hell to get in the car and drive home on my own.

In the meantime, i'm really pissed off at those bitches at Off The Wall Soccer, because their idea of a cold pack is a paper cup full of frozen water (which is only available, in my experience, half the time).  Kim and i approached one of the employees to ask him to get some first aid kits available, especially those one-use chemical cold packs.  Turns out he's the manager and he "disagrees" with us because the paper cups are "cheaper" and he doesn't think it's OTWS's responsibility to provide that sort of stuff for players, but they're "welcome to bring stuff on their own."

A simple use of Google reveals a case of single-use cold compresses for barely more than a dollar a pop.  I mean, fuck, you don't have to have them out there for players to just take one as they please, but come on!  I've seen enough teammates get hurt, and this time it was my turn, and i'm supposed to make do with a fucking Dixie cup?  Fuck you assholes!  Let's review: $745 per team per session.  At 11 members per team, that's another $70, at five sessions a year, plus $70 yearly membership, that's a tidy $420 each player pays OTWS for the privilege of trying to make a paper-wrapped block of ice fit around a busted joint.  Or, put it this way: 4 women's divisions, 9 coed divisions, and 15 men's divisions, each with an average of 8 teams, over 5 sessions a year means $166800 in team fees, plus 11 players on each of those teams means $172480 in membership fees.  That's almost $350k a year ONLY counting fees.  Add merchandise and food/drink sales.  Do you think they can spare the money to get some fuckin' cold packs?  I sure fuckin' do.

for plorkwort

higgledy piggledy
holy fuck, oh! this hurts,
my poor left instep was
terribly sprained

swelling and bruising and
soft tissue trauma have
left my foot useless and
utterly pained

for plorkwort

higgledy piggledy
holy fuck, oh! this hurts,
my poor left instep was
terribly sprained

swelling and bruising and
soft tissue trauma have
left my foot useless and
utterly pained

pyrohomeopathy

(I submitted this late last night for Warren Ellis's Fast Fiction Friday stunt.  Yes, it's late, but the pieces finally fit together last night.  This started as a comment in rimrunner's journal.  I edited the version i sent Warren a bit so it would fit under his 200-word limit.)

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The shelves are redolent with the stench of sin.  Smut and lies attract the innocent with twisted pheromones.  Only fire can purify the reek, but i am watched by my enemies, the so-called friends of free information, who have already been perverted by the things that should have never been.

I take each book and rip off the smallest corner from whatever page i open, and put it in my little sack, the one i so carefully prepared.  My watchers do not notice.  More importantly, the books do not notice.  When i am done, i walk outside to await the sunset.

As the fire of the sun comes down on the sullen, soiled earth, i unleash my spell of sympathetic magic.  Those in my church would condemn me as a witch, but i believe i am redeemed by my actions — is using magic for a noble call a mortal sin?  And i have paid my penance; my sack, which i fashioned from my own scrotum... i have sacrificed to ensure the righteousness of my task.  And, as i set those hundreds of little paper corners on fire, each book on its shelf incinerates immediately, instantly.  In the morning, the guardians of filth will find only charred spots where their precious books once where.  And i shall move on to the next library.

pyrohomeopathy

(I submitted this late last night for Warren Ellis's Fast Fiction Friday stunt.  Yes, it's late, but the pieces finally fit together last night.  This started as a comment in rimrunner's journal.  I edited the version i sent Warren a bit so it would fit under his 200-word limit.)

---

The shelves are redolent with the stench of sin.  Smut and lies attract the innocent with twisted pheromones.  Only fire can purify the reek, but i am watched by my enemies, the so-called friends of free information, who have already been perverted by the things that should have never been.

I take each book and rip off the smallest corner from whatever page i open, and put it in my little sack, the one i so carefully prepared.  My watchers do not notice.  More importantly, the books do not notice.  When i am done, i walk outside to await the sunset.

As the fire of the sun comes down on the sullen, soiled earth, i unleash my spell of sympathetic magic.  Those in my church would condemn me as a witch, but i believe i am redeemed by my actions — is using magic for a noble call a mortal sin?  And i have paid my penance; my sack, which i fashioned from my own scrotum... i have sacrificed to ensure the righteousness of my task.  And, as i set those hundreds of little paper corners on fire, each book on its shelf incinerates immediately, instantly.  In the morning, the guardians of filth will find only charred spots where their precious books once where.  And i shall move on to the next library.

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HAIL DUNGEON MASTER!

Another thing i did yesterday before getting hurt was have lunch with allbery, where the conversation ran the gamut from Usenet to music to astrophysics.

Today i finally got my D&D 3.5 game going with The Boy, El Brendo, and surprise late addition Gor-Man (palecur was supposed to show up, but he begged out with some bullshit excuse, something about having promised to take his woman to the movies or something... what a sissy).  It went well, my improvisational skills were decent-to-good, and there was much laughter.

My foot hurts like a bitch, and i'm pretty sure it's more swollen now than before.

HAIL DUNGEON MASTER!

Another thing i did yesterday before getting hurt was have lunch with allbery, where the conversation ran the gamut from Usenet to music to astrophysics.

Today i finally got my D&D 3.5 game going with The Boy, El Brendo, and surprise late addition Gor-Man (palecur was supposed to show up, but he begged out with some bullshit excuse, something about having promised to take his woman to the movies or something... what a sissy).  It went well, my improvisational skills were decent-to-good, and there was much laughter.

My foot hurts like a bitch, and i'm pretty sure it's more swollen now than before.