(March 16, Wednesday)
This time I knew when my game was: 6:15pm. It was fantastic because it made eating dinner afterwards more reasonable than 10pm. We had to wait extra time and cut the first half by 10 minutes because the other team’s players weren’t showing up. For the first few minutes of the game we had two more players on the field than they did. Still, despite our constant effort and advantage, I always felt behind. We did score a goal first, and I scored a goal of my own. It was rather unexpected because I was sprinting so fast towards the goalie and it ricocheted off him back to my feet and into the goal.
The second half was a drag. My efforts were embarrassing on my part because I felt my lack of defense caused some preventable goals. We lost 2-4. No biggie, we still look good.