Week 2’s Three Stars
THIRD STAR
Math’s Alternate Jersey
The Power of Christ Compels You!
A sport has a funny way of taking ahold and turning us into a suspicious lot. Sometimes we think we can control the outcome of game by: biting a towel, not letting your teammates touch your stuff, sleeping with your stick, having conversations with your goal posts, drinking Pripps beer in between halves, baby powdering your stick prior to faceoff, getting slapped in the face on game day or peeing in the corners of the court to ward off evil spirits. Occasionally we can become paranoid that something as innocuous is as the color of a shirt is somehow unlucky or cursed….whether it’s a court you’ve never won a game on, a team you struggle against or a jersey you’ve never won wearing….we’ve all been there, amiright? Math introduced their orange alternate jerseys last year and went 0-4 while the Mets made it all the way to World Series. On Sunday they finally broke the curse by defeating a team they have historically struggled against. So, by that logic the Mets will not make the playoffs. Great job, guys.
SECOND STAR
Second Half Nail Biters
Winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing.
Sometimes it’s a blowout and sometimes it’s the other thing. Unlike the lopsided victories from last week, the majority of Week 2’s games were decided by a single goal. The margin for error was that slim; tensions high and nails bitten. Up and down the sidelines teammates were seen biting towels, drinking Pripps (?) and slapping each other in the face for good fortune. ‘Taking it the house!” was the theme of the day and I was liking it.
FIRST STAR
Rachel G. of the Butchers
I’ll have what she’s having.
Some days the forces in the universe decide to align and tip it’s hat in our favor. The crossing signal changes to Walk as you approach every corner, your train arrives as you enter the platform, and you score your First. Ever. BTSH GOOOOAAAAALLL!!! Rachel has been in our league for 8 years and until Sunday had never heard the beautiful musical sound of her ball landing in the back of the net. That’s like being stuck in a relationship with a dude that thinks play time is over once he’s good. Wrong! She’s been waiting too long to erupt and so she went b-a-n-a-n-a-s. Afterwards on the sidelines her beverage tasted better than any beverage you or I have ever tasted. And has been enjoying one of the best weeks ever. Go ahead, you’ve waited long enough.
