inmyriadbits | Entries tagged with soccer

So, I managed to jam a grand total of five of my fingers during my soccer game this morning. That is 50% of my fingers, for those of you who have trouble with math.

I am AWESOME.

(For those who don't know, jamming happens when say, you are playing goalie and a ball hits directly on the end of your finger/s, thus making the joints traumatically compressed and totally fucked up. It makes things like, say, holding plates and carrying trays at your waitressing job very painful. Good thing I work tonight! On the bright side, I saved many many shots from going in, so I guess that's the price of doing business...)

So, remember how I joined a soccer team? I went to my first practice with them on Wednesday, which was good fun -- my endurance is wretched, but my ball skills have not atrophied as much as I feared, and the teammates I met all seem very nice and out for a good time. They also seem delighted to have me, so that's good for the ego.

I had forgotten, though, just how much more it hurts the second day after. OH MY GOD. I went for a test run on our front steps (there are three) after waking up, and the first one nearly defeated me, which is awesome considering that my ENTIRE JOB consists of running up and down stairs all day. Good times lay ahead.

Of course, the significant amount of tequila I drank at my friend's going-away party last night probably haven't helped.

Just a theory.

1. I saw this collection of James McAvoy gifs on tumblr, and a) HIS HANDS, and b) okay, Sports Night fans, be with me now: doesn't he look uncannily like Dan Rydell here? Complete with impassioned, hand-gesturing speeches about integrity and principles and all that. ♥! I kind of want a Sorkin-esque XMFC AU now. Like, Erik and Charles as anchors on a political commentary show, or something. Raven is their badass producer! Hank is their Jeremy! Darwin is the best damn editor around! They all argue about politics and public policy on mutants together! COME ON. IT WOULD BE SO GREAT. :D?

2. Hey, so I wrote fic the other day! That was pretty exciting; I haven't finished anything in about a year and a half. Of course, I'm pretty sure only about half a dozen people are going to read it, because of the six different fandoms and massively nerdy meta-ness of it all, but I guess that's the curse of being multifannish. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, though, and I had a great deal of success using my typewriter to pound out the last remaining bits.

3. I put my name in the hat for one of the league soccer teams around here recently, and was just emailed by one of the captains! So I've dragged out my old cleats and soccer ball and sports bag, and will hopefully someday soon get to embarrass myself on the soccer field with my lack of cardiovascular fitness and hopelessly rusty ball-handling skills. It's only been six years since I last played....

4. I would really rather focus on the above than think about the many and various ways that my body is currently screwing me over, because apparently now I might get to add "autoimmune disease" on top of the already-teetering pile. Yet more appointments and labwork lie in my future, hurrah.

1. So, I somehow managed to skin my knuckle and abrade the skin under my eye during the course of a pillow fight at a bar last night. \o/? It really reminded me how much I enjoy physical competition. I was a soccer player for twelve formative years, and throwing yourself bodily at other people in a competitive way is a weird joy, and I miss it. I really liked that about jiu-jitsu -- I still want to pick that up again, since my stupid period issues are settling down into "not bleeding for three months straight anymore", so once I get back to a slightly more capable level of aerobic fitness so that I don't literally make myself sick again, I think I shall.

2. I went for an eye exam on Wednesday, and officially won the "nearsighted with astigmatism" contest. My prize was...a pair of glasses! Which should be ready sometime next week. I was joking with

serialkarma about having a glasses-themed party, but now I'm thinking that might actually be fun. Everyone would have to wear their glasses! Or, if not blessed with deficient eyesight, any pair of glasses, particularly crazy ones.

3. I have a bike! (Actually, I have three bikes. The other two are my parents and rather old and need to be sold off.) It is my sister's old mountain bike, which received a tune-up as birthday present, since it was also old and jacked up. I've ridden it twice in the past three days, and I forgot how much I love it. Stationary bikes are boring unless you have something to watch or read, and they make me feel like I'm on a hamster wheel; I've been unable to keep up in yoga or jiu-jitsu; jogging is like mind-numbing torture that also makes my knees and ankles ache; swimming is hard during the winter (and I suck at lap swimming). But biking is fun -- you go fast, you're outside, there's always something new to look at, you have to think about how to navigate around people and cars and such, and it's low-impact on my knees. I don't know, hopefully I can keep it up.

I'm not sure I've EVER detested a soccer player as much as I dislike Uruguay's Suárez right now.

[WARNING: WORLD CUP SPOILERS!]

For those of you who weren't watching the Ghana-Uruguay match, they went into overtime with a 1-1 tie. (I was nominally rooting for Ghana – for reasons like: my sister worked abroad there; good friend in school from there; they beat the US in a good game; they're the only African team left; I like their passing game; I don't know a thing about the Uruguay team – but I wasn't super biased.) In the last minutes, Ghana had an awesome attempt on goal, and the ball was headed straight into the net, when the aforementioned Mr. Fucktard knocked it away with his hand while standing on the goal line, in a way that couldn't have been anything but deliberate (i.e., it's one thing if the ball whacks into your arm while hanging loosely at your side; it's another when it's above your head and out to the side and it saves your team's ass).

Suárez got a red card and was kicked off the field, and Ghana got a PK, but their shot bounced off the crossbar and the score remained a tie. So, after overtime, it went to penalty kicks. Uruguay won by a hair, and was ecstatic.

Honestly, though, if I were Uruguay, I'd be fucking ashamed to be advancing to the World Cup semifinals on the basis of a cheap, shitty-ass, unsporting move like Suárez's handball. They sure as hell didn't make it on the basis of outplaying them. Ghana was seriously robbed, and I am fucking pissed off on their behalf. I normally don't get all that emotionally involved in sports, even soccer, which I love. But this is just not right.

The Netherlands better kick Uruguay's ass in the semis. And I'm talking crushing them, damn it. I want vengeance!

You know, I'm almost shocked that a fistfight didn't break out in the Netherlands-Brazil match that just finished. Goddamn but they were all playing dirty and petty. And then bitching to the ref about it. (That man definitely earned his paycheck today!)

Honestly, though, I'm vindictively pleased that Brazil lost. I hate their attitude so much; arrogance and entitlement piss me off more than anything in this game, and the way the Brazilian players seem to spend more energy whining to the ref than actually playing is just nauseating. *waves Dutch flag*

I watched the US-England World Cup game this afternoon! Well, I missed most of the first half because I was caught up in something else, but still. It was an okay game; we got a squirrely lucky goal to tie it up 1-1, and then managed to hold onto the tie despite the fact that the US defense was giving me a heart attack every damn time the ball was in our half. Seriously, I don't know wtf was wrong with them, but they need to cut it out. MARK UP, ASSHOLES! We did well enough, though, particularly against England, and for the opening rounds. I always feel like the rest of the world resents having to play the US in the World Cup. They don't think we appreciate soccer enough. Which we don't, but that's not the national team's fault, is it?

It was enough to make me all nostalgic and emotionally engaged, though. ( cut for rambling pointlessness and reminiscing )

Aaaaannnyway. Most of you probably don't care about soccer. But you do care about hot guys! So here:

sarkastic's The Non-Football Fan's Guide to the World Cup or What to do When You're Just Here for the Hot Men.

There are some BEAUTIFUL men in that post. MMMMMM. I love male soccer player bodies. They pretty much embody my type exactly: long, lean, muscular and strong but not bulky, quick, graceful, agile, no-nonsense (i.e. no strutting/posturing; soccer players always have the most amazing posture and balance). And, um, limber. :D Part of that is probably due to spending most of my years of sexual development around soccer players (hello, first crush. god he was cute. and a drummer.), but it doesn't change the fact that they are GORGEOUS.

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a few things about pillow fights, glasses, and bikes

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