I woke up this morning and began the task of stripping the wallpaper from my bathroom walls. I made my way around the door frame and above the shower. Once I got enough paper to hold, it peeled right off, nice and clean. Above the sink, in the area that I have the biggest wall area, the glue is tight. I used a spray that Son1 used to do his bathroom. It worked…..but there is muscle needed. My alarm went off at 3:15. It was time to clean up stripped paper and chips of paint and glue.
It’s game time. Time to crack a beer and watch the pre-game show.
I am a soccer fan (football for you Europeans). Philadelphia has it’s first MLS team- the Philadelphia Union. Their “official” fans are the Sons of Ben. Son2 is a SOB. He left hours ago for the tailgating festivities. They will gather together at the designated spot just before gametime and march into the stadium as a group. At away games, they choose a bar to gather and they parade to the games. It is an awesome sight. They will have their own entrance in the new stadium that will open in two weeks. Their own entrance! That is how rabid these fans are. We have waited hella long for a team and we take it seriously.
I shoot the shit for a while with the Union Facebook group. We critique the lineup and debate defense strategies. And then the game starts.
I watch alone in my living room. I shout at shots on goal. I yell at the referees. There is almost a Union goal. I am screaming as Dallas FC scores.
I am happy about the return of our star player, Sebastien LeToux. He looks good after an injury. I marvel at the sight of the other players. They look so young. Some are mere children….really. Three are 18 and one is 17 years old. They are boys playing on team where the others are 20-30 years old. There is lots of comeraderie between the players of both teams. There is laughter between bouts of intense aggression.
The street is quiet, save for my yells. Hubby sleeps through it all. Two and then three near miss shots by LeToux. I can’t stand this. I can almost feel his frustration.
Half time. I take the time to shower.
I come back to start of the second half of both the game and my six pack.
The atmosphere is changed. The fans are more outspoken and loud in their rally cheers. The laughter is gone and the game has become more intense. The referee begins handing out yellow penalty cards to both teams. The playing has become vicious.
My own demeanor has changed. I am spending more time holding my breath or letting out sighs of desperation. The last four games were played on the road and we lost every one. This is a homecoming of sorts. The last home game was the last win. Instead of sipping my beer, I take long pulls on the bottle.
A kicked ball has flown into the seats….into the Sons of Ben. Is that….? Why, yes it is! There is the smiling face of Son2! How I wish I was there to cheer with him.
The clock ticks away and I have watched a game in which although the Union have given their all, they have lost.
In the last minute, the last second of play, my boys have scored. The game ends in a tie. The crowd goes wild. I jump to my feet and I’ve scared the shit out of the dog.
Now Hubs can return from the bedroom. He can watch his own television again.