My socks let me down

The second game into the season of my Over-30 Indoor soccer league I forgot my socks. Shinguards don’t stay up without socks, so I bought a new pair of argyle soccer socks: black and white squares. So 80′s, but what the heck, they were only $4.99. For the next seven games we went undefeated, and my three other pair of soccer socks I had at home never saw the light of day.

It’s all about the superstition. New socks: 7-0.

My socks took us to the semi-finals, which we won 7-0. Our team watched the other semi-final game supremely confident that we were going to take the league championship.

How quickly our dreams can be shattered. How quickly my socks let me down. We got off to a quick start, scoring the first goal, but then Gonzo, the only team we lost to, kicked our behinds. It was JV vs. Varsity, and I was a like a freshman between the pipes. Or it could have been that we were older than the other Over 3o players on the other team and we just ran out of gas.

Either way, it was a lousy way to end such a great season. However, the beauty of adult rec sports is that the new season is just one week away. Time for a new start and a new pair of socks.

Hello Sports fans!!

I love sports, and thank God, it seems as though the rest of the country does as well. I get to spend 12 hours a week getting paid to have the best seat in the house at my recreational sporting events. I get to interract with the athletes on a personal level not experienced by your average sports fan. It is both great and frustrating at the same time. I do my best to stay out of the way and to be as anonymous as possible, but alas, I don’t always succceed. In fact, more often than not, my shere presence seems to bring out the worst in people. That’s right, I’m the ref; and I catch all the grief that goes along with the job.

Maybe that’s what makes it so addictive; trying to do my best when nothing I do is deemed acceptable.