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Oi. Pass the valium and vodka. UP lost today, fell 2-1 against #4 Florida State. Those bastards!! How dare they not respect UP's authoritay! Then again, judging from the game stats, UP wasn't exerting much, if any, authoritay.
Once again, the games wasn't on tv or radio, so all I had was the text stats on cstv. UP scored their lone goal in the first half, but then Florida came back and scored 2 in the second half, after which the fat lady sang. And I cried.
This time, it was possible to know what went wrong just via the stats. Judging from the fact that Florida had 25 shots vs UP's 5, it seems UP's game plan was to put Cori in goal then sit back and watch while Florida incessantly fired shots at her. Poor Cori probably felt like she was facing a firing squad. But the loss was not her fault. UP's defense failed and, if Cori hadn't done an amazing job, the loss would've been much worse. But hopefully the lackluster defense was just new sesason jitters and they'll get back to their usual inviolable play.
On the bright side, we got our tickets today for the Nike Invitational, which is when UP plays their first home games of the season and I can't wait to go. My bouts with seasonal depression have been much worse the last few years, to the extent that I'd started to dread the onset of autumn, which used to be be my favorite season, but I'm actually looking forward to fall this year. Things are -so- much better in our lives since Ross got his new job and that paired with having a lot of great soccer to look forward to this fall has made autumn start to feel like the cozy, contented season I used to love.
It might sound kind of silly, but heading out to a soccer match with Ross on a crisp autumn night is my idea of happiness. But then, I guess that only makes sense. I played soccer for many years and I was never happier than when I was heading out to a match with my dad on a brisk autumn day. Late in the season, it would often get amazingly cold and I'd come home from games nearly frozen, but I'd take a nice, hot shower and dad would build a fire in the fireplace and we'd roast marshmellows and talk about soccer. Those are some of my favorite memories of my dad and childhood, so its no surprise that I still love soccer in the fall.
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