Also, every year I seem to sink into depression around this time. Mainly sporting depression. The Fire after being picked to win the MLS Cup (pre season favs) got knocked out by a team named after a lake with salt in it. Bollocks I say. The Fire outplayed em for more or less than 130 mins. Credit to real salt lake they did have chances and they kept themselves in the game. However, a pk shoot out is no way to decide my feelings for the next few months. Clearly the Fire lost after having a 3-2 lead.
Also for me this summer will make or break my life. For me this seems like my last World Cup. Now, some will often ask why? You're 19. Well, for me I think I can get away with not having a full time summer job so I can spend a month watching the world's best teams (and France) play. Sadly 2/3rds of my teams are there. USA and New Zealand both qualified but the Irish Republic was 'handed' an exit from South Africa. I always admired the French team greats like Zidane, Bartez, Cantona, etc etc all played for em. And Ribery, happens to be one of my favorite non United players in the world. But Mr. 'Top Class my game is fair play' Henry handed a ball (twice) to set up a goal for France in overtime which knocked out Ireland.
As a big supporter of Irish soccer at first I was mad, then sad, then clinging to desperate hope that Ireland would score later. But nothing just replays and analysis and controversy. Now, so I wouldn't harm the dorm room at all I went on a nice long run before work. On the run I still had pictures of Big Rich Dunne sitting on the pitch looking like he just realized he would never be able to walk again or something or Robbie Keane crying on the ground and Damien Duff doing the same. This was the underdog team that got robbed. Sadly, talk of a replay emerged and then was shot down by Fifa, I assume with little consideration. Long story short the run didn't help the weather makes me feel sad because all the trees are dying its getting colder and well nothing good comes from the weather. I just feel limited about things.
There is only so much you can do about the weather and as a soccer fan. You can't control what will happen next in life/a match. That feeling of helplessness is something I hate/love. I love waking up on a Saturday morning walking outside in my short shorts I tend to sleep in and realize that its a beautiful day. The Fire will have a homegame and I'll enjoy the craic while tailgating with my friends. Nope November comes and goes nothing. Sure football is on. For me its not the same.
I'll wrap it up but yesterday Marist football was playing in a state semi final. Now, all of those who know me, knows I am a huge Marist fan no matter what team. I had the chance to go but I lacked that emotion that passion that used to drive me to take my shirt off and cheer in 20 degree weather. I blamed it on the Irish loss saying I was done with sports for a while. I'm not sure what the point I am trying to make but lets just all agree that this time of the year may 'look pretty' but its a tie in the fallish winter that makes me feel miserable
Bollocks
marist high football rules!
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