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Apr. 19th, 2012 12:35 pmAre these people crazy? JAWS, obviously! That movie defined the summer blockbuster! (And I have a personal love for it, since we had a house on the Vineyard and I saw many of the filming locations personally. I also looooove the novel--I read it at way too young an age (10) and just devoured it, extra-marital sex and all.)
Soccer was fun last night. I was one of the co-captains of my team and a girl named Blair, whom I've gottten to know a bit (I've seen her at other pickup soccer games and ran into her and her BF last weekend on the subway platform--she is a *terrific* forward, handles the ball very well and scores a lot) was on my team. This is sort of unusual, two females on one team--usually the organizer, Dale, spreads them out. The other team members--we chatted a bit before the games started--seemed chill.
We smoked the first two games--6-3 and 3-0. (In this format, we have six teams and play 3 30-minute games.) I was playing left wing as usual, and was setting up some decent shots (I had two assists) and getting off some good ones, but nothing went in. My knee locked badly during the first game and one of our opponents very sweetly carried me to the sideline. Somewhat embarrassing but very chivalrous! I went back in after it stopped hurting. Second game much the same (although no knee pain)--lots of shots but nothing went in. It became a thing after awhile, my team was like "you *are* going to score!" Third game we played a pretty good team and there were some kind of annoying remarks about the "females" and the "girls" and I think they thought they were joking but that gets old pretty quickly. A LOT of them were international, that might have something to do with it. At any rate, at one point a shot of mine went wide and went behind the pitch. As I ran after it, I was annoyed at myself and kicked it very hard into the (unused) net that's also behind the pitch (i.e., not the goal itself). One of the opponents said "ha ha, an angry female, we don't like angry females." I took a breath, smiled, and said "I don't care what you like." He actually took that pretty well and laughed.
HOWEVER. One of my teammates gave me a good pass and I took a shot from somewhat far out and it. went. in. My whole team was cheering--one of the guys grabbed me and said "we won!" hilariously. So cute! Then a few minutes later I scored another one!
So, so happy! Even better that it happened against a team of male chauvinists :)
There was a bench with a few spectators at our end of the field and after the game one of them, a young Mexican guy (no older than early 20s) chatted me up, talking about the game and females playing and all. He seemed very admiring--I couldn't quite read the vibe but it was sweet. He was thinking about joining up with the pickup league and we talked about the different fields throughout the city--I told him that Inwood Hill Park had only one, crappy, pitch, but the baseball fields were pristine! (This is because Inwood is primarily Dominican--he was like "yep, the Dominicans are more into baseball.") As I was leaving to rejoin my team he said "okay girl, go and do your thing." So cute!
Soccer was fun last night. I was one of the co-captains of my team and a girl named Blair, whom I've gottten to know a bit (I've seen her at other pickup soccer games and ran into her and her BF last weekend on the subway platform--she is a *terrific* forward, handles the ball very well and scores a lot) was on my team. This is sort of unusual, two females on one team--usually the organizer, Dale, spreads them out. The other team members--we chatted a bit before the games started--seemed chill.
We smoked the first two games--6-3 and 3-0. (In this format, we have six teams and play 3 30-minute games.) I was playing left wing as usual, and was setting up some decent shots (I had two assists) and getting off some good ones, but nothing went in. My knee locked badly during the first game and one of our opponents very sweetly carried me to the sideline. Somewhat embarrassing but very chivalrous! I went back in after it stopped hurting. Second game much the same (although no knee pain)--lots of shots but nothing went in. It became a thing after awhile, my team was like "you *are* going to score!" Third game we played a pretty good team and there were some kind of annoying remarks about the "females" and the "girls" and I think they thought they were joking but that gets old pretty quickly. A LOT of them were international, that might have something to do with it. At any rate, at one point a shot of mine went wide and went behind the pitch. As I ran after it, I was annoyed at myself and kicked it very hard into the (unused) net that's also behind the pitch (i.e., not the goal itself). One of the opponents said "ha ha, an angry female, we don't like angry females." I took a breath, smiled, and said "I don't care what you like." He actually took that pretty well and laughed.
HOWEVER. One of my teammates gave me a good pass and I took a shot from somewhat far out and it. went. in. My whole team was cheering--one of the guys grabbed me and said "we won!" hilariously. So cute! Then a few minutes later I scored another one!
So, so happy! Even better that it happened against a team of male chauvinists :)
There was a bench with a few spectators at our end of the field and after the game one of them, a young Mexican guy (no older than early 20s) chatted me up, talking about the game and females playing and all. He seemed very admiring--I couldn't quite read the vibe but it was sweet. He was thinking about joining up with the pickup league and we talked about the different fields throughout the city--I told him that Inwood Hill Park had only one, crappy, pitch, but the baseball fields were pristine! (This is because Inwood is primarily Dominican--he was like "yep, the Dominicans are more into baseball.") As I was leaving to rejoin my team he said "okay girl, go and do your thing." So cute!
