Caution: This is not for the fainthearted.
3 Dec 2011 - It was a typical Saturday. When I looked up to check the time, it was already past 1 in the afternoon; well past my weekend duty hours; well past lunch as well. Sis wasn't done with the salon yet but I sure am done for at least a day and a half for all the work that I have put in all morning. Pre-lunch fare was a slice of pizza. Something was odd. The dough tasted papery.
At home, there's not much to do but wait for the much hyped about LA Galaxy and Azkals friendlies (aka the Dream Cup - maybe because it was the organizers', the players', and the rest of the football lovers' collected dream to see the superstars of LA Galaxy) at Rizal Memorial. It pays to read/watch the sports news (only if Diane Castillejo wasn't in it. My! Listen to her!). So I paid dearly. Sat in front of the tube for nearly six hours, having no idea when or what station was the game to be aired.
Dinner came and gone. Then the game started. It was fun before it got really boring. At the fifteenth minute, I swore that if Beck wont make a goal in the first half, I'm off to sleep. Then on the 20th minute, maybe Beck got bored as well and wowed everyone with a goner from way way back. Truly, he bends it like no other.
I quit earlier than promised though. When the Azklas got that single goal, there was only one defender between the ball and Saunders. How was that possible. The last time I checked, there were 3 big guys protecting the goal, Beck included.
I remember our game against the USC varsity during the Thirsty Cup (hope we'll have the same event here in Negros). Even with the knowledge that we were not that tough a team, they never gave us a reason to feel small. They challenged us to be tougher and better players. Look at how where the girls now. 2, 3 championships in the open category and counting.
3 Dec 2011 - It was a typical Saturday. When I looked up to check the time, it was already past 1 in the afternoon; well past my weekend duty hours; well past lunch as well. Sis wasn't done with the salon yet but I sure am done for at least a day and a half for all the work that I have put in all morning. Pre-lunch fare was a slice of pizza. Something was odd. The dough tasted papery.
At home, there's not much to do but wait for the much hyped about LA Galaxy and Azkals friendlies (aka the Dream Cup - maybe because it was the organizers', the players', and the rest of the football lovers' collected dream to see the superstars of LA Galaxy) at Rizal Memorial. It pays to read/watch the sports news (only if Diane Castillejo wasn't in it. My! Listen to her!). So I paid dearly. Sat in front of the tube for nearly six hours, having no idea when or what station was the game to be aired.
Dinner came and gone. Then the game started. It was fun before it got really boring. At the fifteenth minute, I swore that if Beck wont make a goal in the first half, I'm off to sleep. Then on the 20th minute, maybe Beck got bored as well and wowed everyone with a goner from way way back. Truly, he bends it like no other.
I quit earlier than promised though. When the Azklas got that single goal, there was only one defender between the ball and Saunders. How was that possible. The last time I checked, there were 3 big guys protecting the goal, Beck included.
I remember our game against the USC varsity during the Thirsty Cup (hope we'll have the same event here in Negros). Even with the knowledge that we were not that tough a team, they never gave us a reason to feel small. They challenged us to be tougher and better players. Look at how where the girls now. 2, 3 championships in the open category and counting.
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