
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!).
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