Sunday, March 21, 2010

It's Raining, Call the Fucking Game.

OK, I can understand professional soccer players having to nut up and play in the rain. It's their job. It's a multi-gajillion dollar global enterprise. Some of them get paid ass-tons of money. Sack up and play in the rain. My nine year old daughter is not a professional, and this is a county league that is nothing more than formative soccer at best. None of her teammates are professionals (as evidenced by the excess of "swings and misses" at routine kicks). There is no fucking reason that any of us should be standing anywhere near a fucking soccer field on a rainy Sunday afternoon. None.

Why this game was played is mind-boggling. It was fucking raining. Not just a drizzle, but full-on non-stop rain. It had been raining since mid-morning. The rain wasn't a surprise. It didn't just happen to start falling halfway through the game. That might have been o.k. But when we show up and the rain is already falling and it's cold and puddles have already started forming near the goals...call the fucking game. It's not really that important. The universe will somehow continue to survive another week if you don't get this 9 year old girls soccer game completed. Everybody was fucking miserable, especially the girls. The parents who weren't hiding in their cars in the parking lot (fucking pussies) had umbrellas, so we were able to stay somewhat dry. The poor girls were stuck running around in the rain chasing a ball while probably wanting to be anywhere else but playing soccer while (to paraphrase my daughter) "feeling like [they] took a shower in [their] clothes."

I don't know what dumbshit was responsible for making these poor girls play soccer in the cold rain of mid-March, but fuck you, whoever you are. Next time, call the game. Or I will find out who you are and deliver the fuck you in person...in the form of throwing you in a river along with a soccer ball. Have fun playing, dickhead.

However, I will take a moment to be a proud dad and brag that tat2brat received the Sportsmanship Award for the game because she played her best and not once did she whine about being subjected to waterboard soccer.

6 comments:

  1. With NC being in the belt-buckle of the Bible Belt, I'm surprised a Sunday game was scheduled in the first place.

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  2. It was after 12 Jogger, so the only people not out of church were Baptists and Holiness.
    It's ok, God gets it.

    Tell Brat WTG and this is how she becomes a better adult and builds character or some BS like that.

    Builds it up for soccer dads as well :)

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  3. ooooooh you're gonna get sick again...

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  4. Good Job Brat! Otherwise, just nut up and do your job you whiney bastage Matt! Your job (as official head cheerleader for Brat) is to stand in the rain and pontificate on her success...

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  5. You ever going to update this shit?

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  6. He said something about finishing a Grape Blog first...

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