A SHED OF SELF-PITY

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So, today, Saturday, was soccer game day for my two younger siblings. One at 1:00 PM and one at...9:00 Am.

The earlier one, 9:00, was my sister's, Emily. The thing about it? The referee was a dickhead. He called a foul when someone on the other team TRIPPED, and didn't call one when some bitch on the other team rammed into one of my sister's teammates. They lost, needless to say.

So, between games, Emily's friend's mom, Heidi, invited us to lunch with her at Topper's pizza. It was good, and we had a good time. I cleared a few levels on Metal Slug while everyone else was talking. If you don't know, I love Metal Slug, and arcade games in general. I need to find a good arcade-type place one of these days..

Finally, we get to my brother's game. Two things about this one. One, the ref sucked on this one too. Not as bad as the one on the previous game. The one on the previous game was fucking biased. The one for this game, however, was just fucking stupid. He would call random stuff, and just spend three minutes deciding on a THROW IN, which, if you're not into soccer, should only take about two seconds. It was fucking dumb.

Second: Unfortuanetly, somehow, a mentally challenged kid named Alec got onto my bro's team. I don't have any idea why, but they stuck this kid in for the entire game. Now, I have nothing against...retarded kids, for lack of a better term, but at least take him out for a quarter. All he did, and I am not exaggerating one bit, ALL HE DID, was stand in the exact same spot, right in the middle of the field. And if the ball went past, him, he'd just watch it go by. Woosh.

But, we won. Woo.

All in all, it was a good soccer day, even though it had its faults.