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bitchy_merlin) wrote2009-05-12 10:06 pm
bitchy_merlin) wrote2009-05-12 10:06 pm
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In other news, we're translating Vergil's Aeneid for Latin now
Well, fuck that.
We lost.
la;erjkalsfn;skdfjapwerijasdklfj <---- keysmash of hormonal teenage frustration
We had that game. We had it. They scored twice in the first 20 minutes (12 - 0), but we brought it back in the next half hour by scoring twice and almost evening the score (12 - 10). Then, we somehow managed to score again, bringing the score up to 12 - 15 in our favour. And then they got pissed. And we got sloppy or tired or both, and missed a catch, and they scored on us, plus another conversion (19 - 15). By that point, we had three minutes left. We made it down to their endzone... and time ran out. I mean, objectively, 80 minutes of solid play against a way more experienced team (Senior level team, whatever that means), during which we held our own - that's good, right?
But we could have been better. God, that's so frustrating. Two conversions. Four points. We could have been in first place for the quarter finals (taking place Thursday, fyi). We had that fucking game.
Tait and Ashley said we played "phenomenally". Right.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One happy little incident:
Goal: Score a try
Status: ACCOMPLISHED XD
Mood: Infinite
Today, I scored the try that got us up to 15 points. We were in their maybe five metres from their endzone, and Erin called a special play. Me being the 8-man for this particular game, I picked up the ball from the back of the scrum, and broke right with it. An army of red-and-grey clad arms reached out to grab me, but the adrenaline was spiraling through my veins and I kept driving. So when a girl finally sat on me, I was head-and-shoulders (and more importantly, arms) in their endzone and I touched the ball down on the grass. Or, fell on it in a controlled manner.
The ref blew the whistle.
It was probably the best feeling in the world when I sat up. I pounded the ground. "Fuck yeah!"
And then high-fives and hugs from my teammates and eeee~~~~~ seeing everyone so happy - and knowing I'd been the cause for that happiness - was absolutely, indescribably fantastic.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
But. I would give that goal back if it meant we had won the game.
We lost.
la;erjkalsfn;skdfjapwerijasdklfj <---- keysmash of hormonal teenage frustration
We had that game. We had it. They scored twice in the first 20 minutes (12 - 0), but we brought it back in the next half hour by scoring twice and almost evening the score (12 - 10). Then, we somehow managed to score again, bringing the score up to 12 - 15 in our favour. And then they got pissed. And we got sloppy or tired or both, and missed a catch, and they scored on us, plus another conversion (19 - 15). By that point, we had three minutes left. We made it down to their endzone... and time ran out. I mean, objectively, 80 minutes of solid play against a way more experienced team (Senior level team, whatever that means), during which we held our own - that's good, right?
But we could have been better. God, that's so frustrating. Two conversions. Four points. We could have been in first place for the quarter finals (taking place Thursday, fyi). We had that fucking game.
Tait and Ashley said we played "phenomenally". Right.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One happy little incident:
Goal: Score a try
Status: ACCOMPLISHED XD
Mood: Infinite
Today, I scored the try that got us up to 15 points. We were in their maybe five metres from their endzone, and Erin called a special play. Me being the 8-man for this particular game, I picked up the ball from the back of the scrum, and broke right with it. An army of red-and-grey clad arms reached out to grab me, but the adrenaline was spiraling through my veins and I kept driving. So when a girl finally sat on me, I was head-and-shoulders (and more importantly, arms) in their endzone and I touched the ball down on the grass. Or, fell on it in a controlled manner.
The ref blew the whistle.
It was probably the best feeling in the world when I sat up. I pounded the ground. "Fuck yeah!"
And then high-fives and hugs from my teammates and eeee~~~~~ seeing everyone so happy - and knowing I'd been the cause for that happiness - was absolutely, indescribably fantastic.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
But. I would give that goal back if it meant we had won the game.