Wednesday, June 9, 2010

i stole a goal

I was playing in my last match for my football team before I leave Denmark. All season long I hadn't scored an official goal (the one I did score came against a team that showed up too late so the ref left so we just scrimmaged them for fun) and I decided today I had to get one. After we came back from an early deficit we had a comfortable 8-5 lead. My teammates were trying to get me the ball because I've sort of become the team's token shitty player on the basis of I am the shittiest player on the team. In my defense, everyone else is European and therefore better than me.

Since the other team was down by 3 goals they started playing aggressively with their keeper. He was coming up to the midfield line on throw ins and corner kicks. With less than a minute to go we caught him off guard and it became a 2v1 with me, my teammate and the goalie. The player on my team had the ball and kicked the ball over the head of the keeper. It was on target and had the speed to get in the goal. I chased it from the moment it was kicked and when it was about 1 foot from the goal I redirected the ball in with my head, not only scoring my first goal but stealing one from my teammate. Since he had scored earlier in the game I feel no remorse for my actions. After all it was a nice pass.

So ends my European playing career. The whistle blew soon after and I walked away undefeated with one goal to my name. I think I may have a chance at making the US team.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

12 days to go

In 12 days I will no longer be in Denmark and this rarely updated travel blog will be inappropriately titled. I'm leaving for London that day so I can be at a bar during the US/England World Cup match. That should be interesting. After I am flying east because it is a lot cheaper. Prague for 5 days, Budapest for 4 and Berlin for 3. I'll come back to Copenhagen for one last night and then leave for Texas in the morning.

I don't want to go to Texas.

I also managed to hurt my foot playing football. I walk like their is a pebble stuck in my shoe, except instead of being a minor annoyance the pebble has gone vato on me and is now shiving the entire right side. Not cool.

I also watched Eurovision for the first time. And I voted in it. Who did I vote for? Moldova. Sadly they did not win. Saxophone and power violin wins my vote 9 out of 10 times.