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MORE THINGS CHANGE, THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME. . .

Something completely different and not so out of right field for once. Remeber all of those posts going back a few years compalining about our indoor soccer team? Yeah, well it seems people were listening, they just didn't care to hear what I had to say - or better yet care at all. This came to a boiling point last night when I was informed by our new manager that I will no longer have a current spot on the team roster. He cracked up by rambling on and on about all the reasons he came to and not wanting me to play with the team anymore. They included such things as, a) my mouth - yeah I'm a fiery competitor, I get loud. b) The number of cards I got was half of the teams total - don't know where he came up with this one, but he stood by it. c) Never played a full session - well, when you lose 14-3 on aregular basis, and have to drive 40 minutes to take part in getting throttled, it loses some of its luster. That was about it. I didn't know what to say, but it seems odd that a few things happened all at the same time.

First of the all, the previous manager had left town and moved too far north to manage the team anymore, leaving the team to this guy. We picked up one good player and suddenly we actually started winning again - which was good. It was easy for me to keep my mouth shut when we were winning, but nobody ever remembers that - do they? Then we go to outdoor and without this same guy, we never would be where we are now. Take away his goals, and you have pretty much nothing. I surmised that when he showed up and the team returned to winning again (as it has) suddenly my services weren't needed anymore. Weird how that happens huh?

Am I pissed? Yeah, I feel like I got stabbed in the back by a guy who was actually in my own fucking wedding, try and figure that one out. Friendship or soccer? Hmmmmmmmm tough one there. Anyways, after thinking about it, I figure they will continue down the same road - getting older, playing younger teams, until they get their asses handed to them too many times for the players to take. I guess what really sucks is that I've wanted to quit for so long, and it just never turned out I could do it on my own terms. That's what sucks shit. I would have felt better if I had walked away, instead of getting a call a week before the season starts. Friend? Friend? I thought so, but I'm glad I never put too much stock in our friendship since I never really considered him a friend anyways (just look at previous posts). Nothing gained, nothing lost - right? It was time to quit this team a long time ago. I don't know why I held out for so long. Maybe I just thought it would get better, sooner and just never did. One winning season over the course of four years. Not exactly anything to write home about. 3 sessions of indoor, 1 season of outdoor. that's a lot of losing mind you over that course of four years.

It's funny to think your teammates love your play on the field, but open your mouth to bitch and suddenly your expendable. What a great bunch of backstabbing a-holes. I guess I never really felt like I was apart of the team, apart of the "inner circle" . Hard to just show up, put on a happy face and play though it. So what do I get for my hard work, busting ass, getting injured, goals scored and effort? I big fucking knife in the back.

They will have fun next year when they end up in a tougher division for outdoor, and still have 13 people showing up for games. I expect to see them in the gutter again, back where they belong. I'll keep watching the scores come up on the Ralia website to see how they're doing. I was thinking of going to some of their games, as a joke. How great would be to show up, watch them get smoked by 8 goals and then walk out laughing - knowing I made the right decision to stay away?


It's time for a change. It was just too stressful for me to play with those guys anyways. Plenty of bitching to go around for everyone, not just me. Which is why I knew it was time. i can play in Burnsville and have fun again and know that at 35, my years of glory are gone. I prefer to play for the love of the game now and am done having to put up with the bullshit that surrounds Manchester.

So long, farewell bitches. May you never reach the top three ever again.



I'm out