Reflections On A Weekend That I Am Glad Is Over

"So why are they playing on that little field?"

"I don't know dude, the Orleans isn't available, some people say that other venues are available, but Vegas has the best chance playing on their practice field." I said.

"Why do they have such queer hair cuts?" he asked.

"I don't know dude.  Camaraderie?  Fellowship?  My soccer team all dyed our hair blonde when I was a kid like 15 years ago, I guess it is still the hip thing to do in Vegas.  That's cool, right?"

"Now what's the problem?"

"I don't know dude," I said "the field is a piece of crap and the center dot need to be fixed, but I guess they had to wait until kickoff to do it."

        I was drunk.  Not the type of drunk you get at weddings, graduation party's, or any other type of joyous occasion, but the type of wild and edgy drunk you get after moving from Escondido to Oceanside in the pouring rain, the only rain we have gotten all year I might add.  The type of drunk you get after dealing with the incompetency of my moving company, Bartle Brothers Moving, INC., who left 1/3 of my crap at my old place, requiring me to drive from Oceanside to Escondido and back around 8 times in one day, in the pouring rain.  Loading and unloading, up and down stairs, driving back and forth, the rain, and my hypochondriac best friend who always thinks my son has the Ebola virus, guess what bro, he still isn't sick, all added up to me watching the game on my laptop in my best friend's garage while we continued to drink beer with shots of liquor.

        I was exhausted, frustrated, edgy, drunk, and hardened with a jaded sense of "what's next to go wrong and blow up in my face,"  and the game hadn't even started yet.  We had the volume up on the broadcast, but we also were listening to some of the classic underground hip hop of our youth in the background.  The first half of the game was a fun game to watch, but after the halftime break and our shenanigans, the second half of the game is harder to recall.  I remember we were dying laughing when Craig Elsten took a verbal shit on everything that was going on, and we were laughing even harder when we thought about how uncomfortable Craig's Las Vegas Legend co-announcer must have been.  I remember texting Brian Zellers and telling him how Detroit Waza is our only horse left in this race, WAZA WAZA WAZA.  I remember not being sad or shocked that the Sockers lost in Vegas because it just followed the narrative of my terrible weekend.  I even recorded the conversation that we had after the game on my phone so that I would have transcript of the raw emotion that I was feeling after the game.  On the recording we talked about a good name for a bar, how awesome the new Deltron album was, how the Sockers losing was somehow my brother in laws fault, how I had jinxed the Sockers by changing my lines, how I had the correct lines at first until Craig Elsten got into my head, leading me to change the lines, we even toasted a shot to the 48 game winning streak.  We talked about Susi, and how he will replace Ray Talia as the assistant coach, especially after Ray's yellow card in the game.  We talked about how the Sockers season began with the birth of my daughter, and ended with this crappy move to Oceanside.  At the end of it we talked about how weak the PASL would have looked if the Sockers would have went on to win a 5th straight championship, but on the other hand how weak the league looked allowing a playoff game to take place in a crappy practice facility that isn't even fit for league play.

        The Flash lost.  I had picked SD and Monterrey to go to the final four and now they are out, and Las Vegas and Hidalgo are in.  The Hidalgo vs Monterrey turned out to be the game of the night, I just wish I could have been one of the 1,300 people to see that game.   It seems that my Postseason Power Rankings had some accuracy to it, and some of you thought that having SD as the #5 spot was too low, I am looking at you Craig Elsten.  Dallas is out, along with SD and Monterrey, but my #1, 2, 4, 6, and 8 teams are still in it.  Cleveland can still pull off a miracle, but it will not be an easy road for the Freeze.  The last games will, I hope, be fun to watch as the last 5 teams in the PASL.  If the PASL is lucky they can double up the rest of the US OPEN CUP games on the RON NEWMAN CUP FINAL GAMES (cough bushleague cough cheap cough pathetic) but the WAZA will spoil that.
    
        I think that the worst part of the whole Sockers loss is that everyone knows that I follow and blog about the Sockers and the PASL, so when anyone saw me they would ask, "How are the Sockers doing?"  I would respond by telling them that they lost to Las Vegas.  They would ask how, and I would say "well some major injuries, and the Legends normal venue, the Orleans Arena, was booked, so they had to host a playoff game in their practice facility, which isn't even legal for league play." and everyone has the same response.

"That's Bullshit!"