The way I watch soccer

Saturday, I came down the stairs of my new house.  It’s been cooler each morning.  I’ve got slippers on (such a strange feeling) – a far cry different than our days in Southern, California, where it tended to be summer every-single-day.

Going from barefoot/flip flops to thick socks/fluffy slippers for the already cool mornings of Oregon, takes practice.  Seriously, I had to practice “slipping” in slippers and nearly killed myself going down the stairs. (ack!  Save me Jesus!)

Made it safely to the living room and switched on the tv and of course, my husband had the search feature set to “sports” and it took me a minute to realize, every thing I was looking at on the guide, was a sports channel.

It was random.  I scrolled two stations up, and paused to get coffee.  It ended up being soccer.  And before I walked into the kitchen, I was entranced by the two teams playing.

It was a red team vs. a white team with a blue stripe.  The Red team collected the ball and “took their time” lining up very strategically and taking their time passing the ball back-n-forth.  Granted, as much as that was soothing to watch, it become boring to me very quickly.  But the opposing team was the exact opposite, they were a flurry of activity.  When they got the ball, they were like the red team, but on SPEED.  The energy level went up extremely high.  The Red team would get it back, and SLOW everything to more controlled passing, and then the white team…if you listened closely,  I swear you could hear them buzzing like a swarm of bees.

 

Then, at of nowhere…the white team goes berserk and makes two amazing goals very quickly.  I stood dumbfounded just watching the footwork and the things they can do with a ball, going what seems to be 20 miles an hour on foot.  I’m watching for flames to shoot out from behind their heels, the latest rage in cleats.  Or become hover boards.

The announcers had indicated their amazement as the Red team, Manchester United “MU” were undefeated the entire season, and here the White Team (HUD) just scored…TWICE.  And MU had zero.

At that moment, my daughter stumbles down the stairs, her hair a wild mess, and she’s dragging a pillow and a throw blanket.  She flops herself down on the floor in front of the television, and rubs her eyes and says,

“You’re watching soccer, mom?  And, you have slippers?”

As if she couldn’t believe her eyes.  Now.  This is the funny thing.  See, I didn’t know anything about soccer as my parents were never fans.  I was very familiar with baseball, basketball, football, tennis, Ice Hockey, and even bowling, as my parents always either had on news, or one of those sports.  Never soccer.

…then I married my husband.  He grew up playing soccer and was very good at the sport.  He insisted our kids play, and I was like “wha?  Soccer, really?”  As time had it…I started to learn things. First of all, the darn OFF SIDE rule.  Wha?  Oh, and everyone yells “Off sides” and we had one coach correct us – it’s Off side…no extra ‘s’ at the end.  ( a little tid-bit for those other parents that may be unaware as I was)

My daughter, likes to play, and has watched bits-n-pieces on tv.  However, that’s typically because we force her to watch 5 minutes, to better understand the game.  She quickly looses interest with sports on t.v.

So, now…here we are… both watching and not being forced to by Dad (or older brother) having control over the t.v.  All by coincidence that the guide was set to sports channels. Regardless, dad would be so proud, if he weren’t still sleeping.

I finally get my coffee, and she grabs some powdery doughnut holes.  Someone is tripped and fouled in the game.  Between powdery bites,  she announces, clearly tickled by this revelation…and I’m thinking she is going to share some great soccer insight to this novice mom:

“Hey, mom!  That #2 and #25, they have on the SAME shoes!  No…wait…” She peruses the rest of the team as the camera spans outward, “Oh, the entire team has on the same shoes!”

Yes, but do those shoes shoot out flames or hover?”

…oh, and HUD won 2-1 over MU.  It’s been 65 years (according to the announcer) since they beat Manchester United.  So, we happened upon a history making game.  See, we know what’s up.

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Old Man Jones

“Old Man Jones was not crazy.”


Driving miles through the desert, I pulled off to rest at a diner near the highway. Just as I took a seat at a booth, something hanging on the wall caught my eye.  Is that a boot spur?

As the waitress poured my coffee, her gaze followed mine.

She chuckled, “Oh, there’s a good story for that. One day, Old Man Jones came running in the front door, just like Chicken Little, exclaiming the sky was fallin.’ And we already thought he was crazy, so we paid him no mind, and got him his breakfast. Then he held up that boot spur, right there, and told us that was his evidence. He claimed It fell from above and the spur nearly spiked him in the head. At that point, we figured he had lost his last marble. His daughter, Josephine, was called to come get her daddy. And we went on with our day.

Now about a day later, a big, fancy truck pulled up and the driver got out and announced he was looking for a boot spur that apparently fell from his little airplane. He was performing some tricky maneuver, and it was one of those planes where the cockpit area is open, so when he did one of those barrel rolls, out one flew. I guess he had forgotten he had them on, until he was in the sky – he took ’em off, and set them on the side of his seat!  He estimated it fell out in a certain mile radius, and he was checking the surrounding areas. See, he was the professional bull rider, Fierce MaCoy, and those were his lucky boot spurs. Apparently, he had a big event coming up and he was a bit superstitious, wearing them all the time. He was very motivated to find the missing one. Even offered a reward.

Of course, I told him what were the chances, that we did, in fact, know where that spur was.  And that he needed to be more careful, because he could have killed someone.

We apologized to Old Man Jones, who eagerly handed the spur to Firece MaCoy.  In return, all he wanted were tickets to the event, which Mr. MaCoy happily provided, which also happened to be his last event. Cuz he was retirin.’ Afterward, Mr. MaCoy gave that boot spur back to Old Man Jones as a souvenir, which he carried around with him until his dying day, as proof that he was NOT crazy.  After his funeral, Josephine donated the boot spur to our diner in memory of her daddy.”


Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge / week 10-19 boot spur / 433 word count

Manic Monday #7 Challenge – Hello Again

For those that enjoy challenges, and if you like music… you might have some fun with this.  It’s called Manic Monday.  Welcome to the 7th installment!

Each Monday, I’ll present a new song title, and you come up with a post using it by next Sunday. Ping back to this post, so others can read!  I just got back to blogging, so this is a few days late!

If you are not a WordPress user, provide link to your post in comments.

It can be fiction/non-fiction, poetry, subject can be dark, serious or humorous – however many characters you want- just have fun with it!  It doesn’t have to pertain to the song, whatsoever. (click here for past song titles)

The rules are…there are no Rules!  (except using the title of the song part)

Since I was on hiatus – the whole relocating to a different state…which put me in a different state-of-mind, let me tell you!  I’m hoping I’m back…even if in bits…

I’ve always loved The Cars!  They were considered one of the first “new wave” bands.  It only seems appropriate to pick “Hello Again.”

Maybe you guys can tell me how great it is I am back, and how wonderful I am, and how much I was missed!  (tee hee)  On a serious note, this song was about sex and violence that was reflected in videos of the time, which falls in line with the whole bringing attention to sexual assault and the #metoo campaign of today.

The 80’s hair cuts and attire in this video is AWESOME, and was directed by Andy Wahol, who was also an extra in the video, along with some of his friends.  I recall watching so many videos by The Cars on early days of MTV – when it was music television / all the time.   More song info on  Wikepedia

Use that song title anywhere in your blog post, ping back this post! (visit others that posted, if you want) If you need more inspiration, you can Click here for lyrics

P.S.  Give me a few minutes to approve your PING to avoid spam.  Only comment with a link to your post (if not wordpress user) – minimizing comments ensures we can easily see all the posts.

Party Pink Style

“Reminds me of the story about Jack and Diane.”

“Who?”

“You know, two American kids growing up, doing the best they can?”

“Are you citing John Cougar Mellencamp ?”

Nodding my head, he smiled at me, “Well, you picked the wrong song, dork. I believe you are thinking of Pink Houses?”

We both looked at the rows of rose colored housing, “Oh, yeah. How does that song go again?”

He began singing, “Well, ain’t that America…pink houses for you and me…”

Traveling down the mini streets, peering at little name marquees, after 20 minutes, and one too many times of Mellencamp, we stopped in frustration:

“Just exactly how are we supposed to find this ‘secret’ party location? We haven’t seen anyone on the streets! What’s the point, if the hint is too subtle?”

That’s when we saw it. A smiley face drawn on the outside of one of the buildings.


150 words / FFaw Oct. 17th / hosted by:  Joy

Vacancy

“Sorry, your newly built home is not yet ready.”

“So, where do we stay in the meantime?”

“Good news! We do have temporary housing available!”


140 characters

Twittering Tale #53

Hosted by:  Kat


A side note on the above:

I laughed because this is SO the case in Bend, Oregon.  As many of you know, we recently moved here from Southern, California.  Bend is a tourist area, and destination for all those living in Washington and coastal part of Oregon, like Portland.  They all come here for summer (we have Deschutes River) and winter to Ski Mt. Bachelor.  This is such a popular area for people to want to relocate to, and rentals are basically impossible to get (although they are building more apartment complexes)

While our new home was being built, we had to find temporary housing, which is quite a challenge.  Luckily for us, we moved in the “off season” and were able to make an arrangement with a VRBO/Airbnb property owner to reduce their daily rate and do a short-term of 1.5 month lease for Sept./beginning of Oct.  The owner preferred to drop her rate so that her property wasn’t vacant in the slow months with no vacationers. (and no $$ coming in) smart business woman.

As we moved into our new home last Tuesday, the Hayden Homes broker inquired who we had rented from, because he had another family that needed temporary housing.  Their house sold sooner than they expected and their new home not yet completed.  I put him touch with our VRBO gal.  There is a market for “half-way” housing in Bend.  I’m guessing this is the case for most places that have lots of new building of communities.

Anyway, it’s so bad…It wouldn’t surprise me – “hey, we have this tree house…I’ll take it!”