TheBanyanTree: Some Muvvers really DO have em!!

[Jeri Xiques]

Great story!!  Matt's the MAN!!!   

I can't wait to meet all our offspring this summer :-)

Jeri


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[mailto:thebanyantree-bounces at lists.remsset.com] On Behalf Of Laura
Sent: Tuesday, May 25, 2010 11:44 AM
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Subject: Re: TheBanyanTree: Some Muvvers really DO have em!!

On 25 May 2010 at 2:03, woofie at woofess.com wrote:

> They then
> carry out a complicated dance routine while shouting "HIKE" a lot and
> looking upside down through their hind legs.

Yes, exactly!  I've never understood why they yell "HIKE", when they never
do.  They all 
dance around, one guy sometimes lobs the ball to the other team, then they
all fall down.

I thought "hike" meant walking.  Silly me.

Hmm.  "This is a place for stories."

Ok - football story.

My youngest son loved playing futbol.  Not American Football, proper
football - soccer.

Unfortunately, he was not a runner.  He's built like me, lots of heavy
musculature, and a 
thick layer of padding over top.  We don't run.  But, if the ball comes
within 10 feet of him, 
he'll stop it, and send it back out to a team mate.  

One day he was playing, uh... I think they call the position "sweeper".  The
guy who helps 
deflect the ball from the goal, but isn't actually the goalie.  He was
trotting back and forth 
along his line when suddenly the ball popped up out of the little clot of
kids who were all 
kicking each other's shins, and headed for the goal behind my son.  He saw
it coming, but it 
was headed for the other side of the goal than where he was standing, and
the goalie hadn't 
even seen the ball yet.  He launched himself into a run (sort of like a
train engine starting up 
- it takes a minute to start, but once he starts there's no stopping him!)
and headed for the 
opposite corner of his box.  He and the ball got there at the same time, he
jabbed at the ball 
with his head, it made contact, and flew all the way across the field,
almost to the opposite 
goal.

He stood there in shock while his team cheered, and his coach yelled, "Matt,
you're an 
ANIMAL!"

Neither my son nor I can remember if they won that game, but it didn't
matter.  He was the 
hero.

-- 
Laura
wolfljsh at gmail.com
http://wolfsinger.wordpress.com