The F Word

Well, yes, there was that F word - but then there was a much, much worse one.

The soccer team we played last night has some vicious little latinas. One was particularly out of control. She boarded Leah, she kicked Christy (intentionally) as hard as she could and was just generally mean the entire game. Towards the end of the game she body-checked me, so I shoved her back. José whistled me for the foul. We were right up against the wall by their team's bench and they were all so angry and offended that I'd retaliate against their do-no-wrong player. A girl on the bench said to me, "What the f*ck!!?" and the player I pushed said "Yeah, what the f*ck, FOUR-EYES!".

Yep, that's right, she called me "four-eyes"! Hee! José gave her a yellow card.