This one's just for you, Dan
Ok, I actually remembered you while dreaming this morning. I'm somehow back in Geneva playing summer soccer, and we're in some random match. For whatever reason, I'm playing goalie, and of course you're Super Defense Commander Dan just like in real life.
So on this super crappy clear, I somehow thought I was playing D instead of goalie, so I started to wander off outwards and toward the ball, and you're screaming at me, "Yours! Yours!" (obviously in my subconscious state I've mixed up the proper team communication terminology between soccer and tennis), so I start running to the ball and completely leaving the goal open. Out of the blue someone from the other team (striker, I guess) just sprints up like he's the Flash, takes the ball, runs past me (I mean, he does have super speed), and takes a shot. But SOMEHOW he shoots the ball in the opposite direction of the goal, and it hits your foot and bounces back into the goal. And then the final whistle is blown, and we lose 0-2. Yeah, totally Geneva style soccer.
Anyway, while we're heading for the bus home, we start arguing over whose fault it was for the last goal (can't remember how the first goal was scored), and you're like "Why didn't you run to the ball faster?" And I was like "I'm the goalie it wasn't my job!" And we're both really mad and stuff. Finally I'm like "Alright it's both our faults".
And then Jason Hang calls me on my cell phone and made me wake up.
So on this super crappy clear, I somehow thought I was playing D instead of goalie, so I started to wander off outwards and toward the ball, and you're screaming at me, "Yours! Yours!" (obviously in my subconscious state I've mixed up the proper team communication terminology between soccer and tennis), so I start running to the ball and completely leaving the goal open. Out of the blue someone from the other team (striker, I guess) just sprints up like he's the Flash, takes the ball, runs past me (I mean, he does have super speed), and takes a shot. But SOMEHOW he shoots the ball in the opposite direction of the goal, and it hits your foot and bounces back into the goal. And then the final whistle is blown, and we lose 0-2. Yeah, totally Geneva style soccer.
Anyway, while we're heading for the bus home, we start arguing over whose fault it was for the last goal (can't remember how the first goal was scored), and you're like "Why didn't you run to the ball faster?" And I was like "I'm the goalie it wasn't my job!" And we're both really mad and stuff. Finally I'm like "Alright it's both our faults".
And then Jason Hang calls me on my cell phone and made me wake up.