By Amber Lovell and Amy Aubin
EDITORS NOTE: Amber Lovell suffered a concussion on Sunday prior to the game when an errant ball stuck her right up-side the noggin. Amy Aubin substituted out midway through the second half after reporting seeing "little pinholes of light". They dictated this account of the game to El Campo just before the ambulance arrived.
The pink fuzzy things beat the white floaters on Tuesday this year. President Grover Cleveland called us to say "hey dudes, that was some nice pizza." We thanked him and pledged our vote for him if he sat out a term before running again. He seemed nice.
The ref had a blue shirt. Blue, like the sky. I like blue.
Goals were scored by What's-His-Name and Oh-Yeah, That Guy. They were faaaaaast, man! They were like giant blurs, speeding on like a greenish-brownish ocean. They kept chasing like this white dot around and it was like "slow it down man, i can't take all this right now." The field was spinning pretty fast, faster than usual. I don't know how they didn't fall off.
The sky was pretty. There were some birds.
This guy with gloves on kept yelling to someone named Amy to "watch the wing." Not sure who he thought he was or who he was yelling at, but she sounded like she was in trooouuble. He needed to lighten up, she was clearly trying her hardest to play soccer and couldn't be distracted by staring at the birds as well.
These weirdos with white shirts kept getting mad when we'd kick the ball away from them. They were not good at sharing. I had a good mind to tell their mothers. They kept kicking it at the pink people. Meanies! It looked like it hurt. The glove-guy kept yelling "nice!" after the pink people got hit with the ball. The glove-guy is a jerk.
There was this weird tweet noise that kept happening. That must have been a big freaking bird.
Then it was black.
The ref had a blue shirt. Blue, like the sky. I like blue.
Goals were scored by What's-His-Name and Oh-Yeah, That Guy. They were faaaaaast, man! They were like giant blurs, speeding on like a greenish-brownish ocean. They kept chasing like this white dot around and it was like "slow it down man, i can't take all this right now." The field was spinning pretty fast, faster than usual. I don't know how they didn't fall off.
The sky was pretty. There were some birds.
This guy with gloves on kept yelling to someone named Amy to "watch the wing." Not sure who he thought he was or who he was yelling at, but she sounded like she was in trooouuble. He needed to lighten up, she was clearly trying her hardest to play soccer and couldn't be distracted by staring at the birds as well.
These weirdos with white shirts kept getting mad when we'd kick the ball away from them. They were not good at sharing. I had a good mind to tell their mothers. They kept kicking it at the pink people. Meanies! It looked like it hurt. The glove-guy kept yelling "nice!" after the pink people got hit with the ball. The glove-guy is a jerk.
There was this weird tweet noise that kept happening. That must have been a big freaking bird.
Then it was black.
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