Park in a Driveway

 

Sure, the automobiles benefit from a decent shoveling, but we can't let them have all the fun.

Just Ain't Fair

 

The goalie guessed correctly this time, although our hero drilled it in anyway.  This just seems like a poor implementation of a tie-breaker, but the whole world does it and it may never change.

How to Rank

 

Here is a sample of how the highest ranking team likes to play.  Number 12 in white gets posterized with a nutmeg.  So in an attempt to save face, first trip #22 in Green who embarrassed him.  Second, as Green is going down, how about a good karate chop to the face.

(Rank[2]:  adjective, having a foul or offensive smell)

Same Thing Next Year

 They STILL don't make it easy to roll that thing into the net.

Oh wait, on second thought, maybe they do.

Net Roll

They sure don't make it easy to slip that little sphere into the frame!

 

 

 

Ice Cream Man

 

I'm your ice cream man,
stop me when I'm passin' by.
I'm your ice cream man,
stop me when I'm passin' by.
You see, all my flavors are guaranteed to satisfy. 

(Lyrics by John Brim)

Four Fouls and a Champion

 

So in today's game, we see Liam (#16 day-glow yellow) striving to get the ball into the net.  The ball arrives, but the defender (#21 maroon) first tags it with his arm and never attains possession.  Then the defender gives Liam a kick in the knee, turns around, and takes Liam out without ever touching the ball.  In the process, the defender pulls a thigh muscle, is in a lot of pain, and is unable to walk.  Later in this sequence we see maroon #8 throw another yellow player to the ground.  Finally the ref stops play, we get an extended time-out, and #21 gets carried off behind the net by two teammates.  I fail to understand how none of these infractions earned a whistle, but that's a different issue. 

Shortly, the game ends, and all the players on the field walk back to their respective benches.  

Except one.  

Liam takes a sharp left turn and jogs over to the opponents empty goal.  He picks #21 off the ground where his team left him, and gingerly helps him back to his own bench while the next game is getting ready.  Doesn't even know the kid's name.  Everyone else on the field -- players from both teams, coaches, officials, parents -- they all forgot about the discarded #21. 

 

Words cannot describe how my heart swells today.