Soccer

Its amazing how incredibly competitive we get about very small things. Like, for instance, indoor soccer.

I didnt play tonyt, my ankle is a colour somewhat reminiscent of a very ripe plum and about the size of a small grapefruit. But I went, as we all do, to offer support, be the cheer squad, and generally cause trouble for the other team.

We played "the greeks", the team that we anihilated in the grand final last season. At the end of the grand final they walked out and did not recieve their trophies- because they didnt want to come second to us. We hate them. They hate us.

So when we play, for some unknown reason, the game becomes more important than the fifa worls cup. We go out for blood. Our supporters riot. The sports club actually gets a couple of really big guys to come and stand with with us to discourage brawling on the sidelines.

So tonyt they won. You would have thought someone had just told them that they had one the bloody lottery- punching the air, dancing and hugging each other, screaming and i think i even saw tears. There was passion and joy and celebration and-

GUYS IT IS JUST A SOCCER GAME!!!! And really it wasnt even an important one! Now dont get me wrong, I like to play and I like to win- but keep it in perspective people.

We are all C-grade players - we not exactly contenders for the socceroos. And we dont get sponsorship deals, television interviews or endorsements and adoration if we win - the closest we come is getting to gloat at work the next day.

In fact the only thing soccer has given me in the last two days is a sprained ankle and sore thighs- not exactly something to be celebrating about.

To end the story, our little unimportant game ended up with the other team, after winning the game and gaining the victory they so desired, coming up and telling us all that "we know people and they are going to fuck you guys up. Just you wait." Charming.

We will have the last say however. They were threatening a team that consists of coppers and council rangers.... and I know that a certain team will be recieving littering fines in the mail.....

.....nothing to do with me of course, but eh, revenge is sweet!