HELLO Becky!! :) It was great meeting you yesterday and I hope we did not scare you off... Everyone, meet Becky our latest recruit (front right in pic). Be nice to her!!
And, a big thank you to Julie for our very free tickets! You are our bestest friend ever :).
A brief summary:
1. The Blast did not really blast, they more ran around like chickens with their heads no longer attached. Some of them were pretty to look at though, but ball-skills?? Not so much.
2. Cheerleaders... well, I am for once almost at a lack of words. They sparkled, they did some cheering (fortunately VERY far away from where we were seated), not so much jumping around, they brought out the big dice (now how fun wasn't that? LOL), and yeah, that's about it.
3. "The Blast" - the unofficial superhero, saviour of indoor soccer fans, chick-magnet, and all that jazz. Ok, so he was slightly overweight and/or the tights slightly too small. Superhero had a... ahem... "gap" between parts of his outfit. Not so flattering.
4. Sagu!! Say no more!
And last but not least:
5. The FANS!! No soccer-game is complete without fans. I will leave it to someone else to describe the Blast Fanboys and Fangurls....
Now let's back up, the evening started with 10 of us trying to find a place to eat at the Inner Harbour around 5:30/6pm. Not such a brilliant idea. We spent about 40 mins trying to get a table ANYWHERE but had no luck. In the end we had to wander off towards the convention center and a bar with the suspect name of " The Wharf Rat". Carol and Wanda (who happened to be missing during our restaurant search since they were running a bit late) were the ones who actually got to the place first and grabbed a big table. WR turned out to be a pretty cool place with nice beer and food (ok, yeah, Virginia... we should have just gone there right away). To be perfectly honest, I do not in general have a hard time liking any place with a separate beer menu. Ryan, the only girl in the group, of course tried the "3 Lions Ale". It's 7.5%... Another thing that appealed to me was the Robert Burns Poem on the beer menu: "Gude Ale Keeps the Heart Aboon"... Poetry AND beer... WOW! (total detour: I am so proud I have been to the house where RB lived and died... So very cultural of me!).
1. The Blast did not really blast, they more ran around like chickens with their heads no longer attached. Some of them were pretty to look at though, but ball-skills?? Not so much.
2. Cheerleaders... well, I am for once almost at a lack of words. They sparkled, they did some cheering (fortunately VERY far away from where we were seated), not so much jumping around, they brought out the big dice (now how fun wasn't that? LOL), and yeah, that's about it.
3. "The Blast" - the unofficial superhero, saviour of indoor soccer fans, chick-magnet, and all that jazz. Ok, so he was slightly overweight and/or the tights slightly too small. Superhero had a... ahem... "gap" between parts of his outfit. Not so flattering.
4. Sagu!! Say no more!
And last but not least:
5. The FANS!! No soccer-game is complete without fans. I will leave it to someone else to describe the Blast Fanboys and Fangurls....
Now let's back up, the evening started with 10 of us trying to find a place to eat at the Inner Harbour around 5:30/6pm. Not such a brilliant idea. We spent about 40 mins trying to get a table ANYWHERE but had no luck. In the end we had to wander off towards the convention center and a bar with the suspect name of " The Wharf Rat". Carol and Wanda (who happened to be missing during our restaurant search since they were running a bit late) were the ones who actually got to the place first and grabbed a big table. WR turned out to be a pretty cool place with nice beer and food (ok, yeah, Virginia... we should have just gone there right away). To be perfectly honest, I do not in general have a hard time liking any place with a separate beer menu. Ryan, the only girl in the group, of course tried the "3 Lions Ale". It's 7.5%... Another thing that appealed to me was the Robert Burns Poem on the beer menu: "Gude Ale Keeps the Heart Aboon"... Poetry AND beer... WOW! (total detour: I am so proud I have been to the house where RB lived and died... So very cultural of me!).
After having finished our meal and done the ceremonial "how to pay with twenty diffferent credit cards" procedure, we headed to the Mariner arena for the game. Our seats were pretty much front row and we bumped out a whole family (or at least I "think" they were all related) of probably not so prominent citizens when we got there. What's up with stealing other peoples' seats anyway? Just asking. I can not in any way say it was a good game but it was fun to watch. I am pretty sure it would have been even more fun with more beer but I will probably need to test that theory to be sure. The game was played in 4 quarters of 15 minutes each. Each goal was worth 2 points (unless it was an own goal then the "non-scoring but point receiving team" got 3 points. Hey Sagu, here's a hint for you: put your body or at least your foot BEHIND the ball, not above! Who knows, one day you might miss ...) ). There were a couple of good plays, a lot of pulling, pushing, and shoving, some nice shots, and a really nice breakaway ending in a goal.
All in all, it was a good evening. The Femmes may just return to Baltimore for another lesson in how not to play soccer... and maybe some more beers.
Peace,
A
5 comments:
Thumbs up for Becki! I think our charm and outrageous personalities may have done the trick. She MIGHT be ours. Sarah please confirm...
Thumbs up to the Wharf Rat for the very delicious fish and chips.
Thumbs down to the Femmes who DOUBTED me and preferred to wander aimlessly in the Inner Harbor for 45 min only to hear "the wait is one hour."
The game was awesome. Of course I missed half the goals and most of the game since Carol distracted me with her butt fixation. All the Femmes had chosen a favorite player to drool over for the night, but Carol couldn't decide between five. Did we win?
In response to recent inquiry and for the record, no, I was not drinking BEFORE we arrived at WR. The photo just shows me as my normal, happy self. That's all. I am not a lush!
Of course Virginia - I was taking tips from you and Julie on which end of the field to focus :-) You are a bad influence!
Carol,
I have never seen anyone bat their eyelids as much as you did by the mere mention of one word, "JUAN". That's okay though. The game itself wasn't the greatest and sitting next to you, and you pointing out all sorts of interesting parts of the male anatomy made the game far more interesting ;)
Alison, it's too late for your reputation, so don't try to salvage it.
I might also like to point out Wanda and Kate's sorry attempts at bunny ears behind my head.
I'm so bummed that I missed the game! You guys sound like you had an awesome time :)
Unfortunately, I'm patheticly out of shape and after a day of schlepping boxes and furniture up 2 flights of stairs, I was just too out of pep to make it out to Baltimore :(
Julie, thanks for the ticket (even though I didn't get to use it)! :)
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