Homecoming Dance

Almost everyone who attended Homecoming on Sat. Sept. 23 would agree with me when I say that it was a BLAST! It was so much fun, even though it was about 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I was literally roasting in my suit.
But even though it was so fun, I can't help but wonder where the money that we spent on tickets went. I was stunned that there were no refreshments, not even drinks! I thought I was gonna die of thirst!!!! Holy cow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What the heck's with dogs?

Dog's are man's best friend. BULL CRAP!
I walk a dog for an old widow as another one of my jobs. The old widow is very kindhearted and friendly, but her dog is a totally different story. I swear the thing hates me with its life. It's stubborn and refuses to obey me.
I walk the dog twice a day for thirty minutes. I walk it at 5:45 am and 4:30 pm. The dog is usually never a problem in the afternoons, but in the morning, it's a demon. I guess the saying "let the sleeping dog lie" really applies.
Anyhow, a couple mornings ago, the dog bit me on the hand. It didn't draw any blood, but it definitely left a tingly feeling in my hand for about 15 minutes. When I got home, I told my mom, who then came up with a brilliant idea. Since then I've brought a small doggie treat with me, and sure enough, that dog simply adores me!
Dog's aren't man's best friend, they're man's biggest moocher. They'll roll over, jump up and down, play dead, even come on early morning walks so long as they're guaranteed one thing....a piece of Penni's All Natural Chicken Jerky.

Referees- You Gotta Hate 'Em

Everybody hates a "piece-of-crap" referee. Heck, many people even hate the good ones.
I've worked as a certified referee for the United States Soccer Federation for two years. The job's got flexible hours (believe it or not), a fabulous pay for a teenage job, and always a guaranteed screaming parent, cussing coach, or mouthy player (that's probably why they pay us so well:) ). The soccer field, literally (and I'm not joking), can be a battlefield of bad words, mean signs and fingers, or can even break out in an occasional fight. In all my years of "experience," I've seen and heard a lot of crazy things out there, and I've always wondered why and how people can get so mad at us, when it's them who are causing the problem.
The truth is that everybody wants their team to win (duh), and for some odd reason refs seem to always be getting in the way. The fact that they are supposed to be fairly applying the rules of the game seems to make many cringe, especially when the "calls" hurt their team's advantage to winning the game.
I guess I should be condemning people for yelling and screaming at referees, since I'm one, and I hate having some Nazi Soccer Mom screaming profanity at me from the sideline; but, again for some odd reason, I still scream (not necessarily profanity) and make fun of dopey referees, which, in my opinion, are all of them. You can't help not mocking them. In fact, it's almost impossible to maintain your temper when a ref denies the goal your soccer team scores.
What I'm trying to make you realize is that refs get paid really well, and they like it, and they like being able to act like they have "experience" just because they survived some coach who was foaming at the mouth and running at them with a knife in his hand. It makes them feel like they're "macho men." Besides, they stick with their jobs, regardless of what has happened throughout their career, and their proud of it. So make it worth their while and their pay, not necessarily by cussing them out (though they get a kick out of that afterwards), and feel free to express your emotions in the middle of your games (just be aware of when "enough" is "enough").