Soccer season is over!

Woooot! We won it all. We are the champions of our league!! Unfortunately, it has come with a certain amount of drama... but then what would life be like without drama? I know I would have a lot less to say to my friends. LOL!

This past weekend I was an absolute warrior. I had a date on Friday which yeilded some potential for a later time. I'm absolutely hooked on MGS4. I found some time for that after my date. Then on Saturday I ended up playing two soccer games in 3 hours, taking my exhausted body out Saturday night for drinking and dancing and then out to the lacrosse field Sunday morning for 4 games! I had another date Sunday night. I'm surprised I haven't collapsed from sheer exhaustion yet.

Saturday morning out on the soccer field I get to enjoy seeing my ex on the sidelines. It's always a painful reminder of some of those bad decisions that I've made. There's nothing like the visual and auditory reminder of those mistakes, like hearing her voice or seeing her out there at the games. It's torture at times. The past few weeks have actually been cool in spite of that. We don't talk or even really look at each other... well, I don't look at her so I wouldn't know if she's looking at me. For as potentially explosive as the situation is, it's turned out to be a dud... until this saturday. The deal has been "don't speak to me unless you want a recap of my "childish" and angry attitude." For some reason, my dumbass ex Anne decides to start cheering me on? Huh? What the fuck?!! I believe that a few weeks ago she offered to strike me from her contact list completely and to never talk to me again, but now this...

I shrugged it off. I'm usually pretty good at ignoring people when I have to. It's also just a game. What kind of jerk would I be if I got upset over that? After the game she comes over and gives me a pat on the back and says "good game out there today" or something like that. My thoughts went like this: "First of all, who gave you permission to speak to me directly, and second of all, why the fuck are you touching me?!! You must really want me to cave in your chest with a superman punch." Luckily, I'm so elated to win this championship that any negative feelings I had are instantly replaced by the sheer euphoria of victory. I can't stop smiling. I'm overcome with so much pride for my teammates and a strong sense of accomplishment.

We head back to our local watering hole for some food and drink. The trophy of our league is proudly displayed in the center of our table. I choose to sit as far away from Anne as possible. Anne's passive-aggressive behavior, alchohol, and my confrontational nature would seem to be a bad mix. I choose to sit at the far end of the table. I can't see her or barely hear her. I proceed to get shitty. After about two hours or so... she appears at my end of the table; not that it was necessary to come down to my end as people were floating about at this time. She sits down right in my line of sight. I'm pretty drunk so I decide to go sit/stand somewhere else. After about 10 more minutes I'm feeling my ability at making decent decisions slipping away quickly. I pack my stuff up and head out. Crisis averted.

Later on, my thoughts drifted back to the events earlier in the day. Anne was trying to be nice, maybe. Am I a tool for holding onto this grudge of silence? Am I making things worse by blatantly ignoring her?? From my periphery of vision during the game I think she looked cute. I can't look at her directly without experiencing lust (her smile and boobies make me want to give her a pint of throat yogurt) or rage (she's just too selfish and passive-aggressive of a person). It's been pretty fucking confusing at times.

The next day at 8am I leave for lacrosse. I grab some coffee and a cookie and head to the field expecting to have to deal with Anne for the better part of 6 0r 7 hours. I get to the field warm up and the first set of games start with no sight of Anne. We split the first set after about 2.5 hours. We have a 2 hour break before the next set of games and still no sight of her. I'm beginning to think that she isn't going to show which would be nice because of the confounding thoughts I had been having the previous day. Just after the start of the second game she shows up. Out of all the games for me to sit out of and wait to be subbed in; it had to happen here. I'm chillin in a chair in the shade next to the field with some others when she pops up. She says "Hi" to everyone and I'm fully expecting her NOT to say anything to me, but she actually speaks. She says, "Oh, and Hi to you too, Armond" with a mouth full of bile. In that moment I felt completely justified for not speaking to her, looking at her, or acknowledging her existance.

As a matter of fact, earlier in the day my roommate and I were discussing the situation. He had advised me just to show her that she doesn't affect me anymore and sort of suggested that I kill her with a reserved polite kindness. I argued at the time that I couldn't do it cuz I'm angry as fuck. He commented that he prolly couldn't do it either to his ex. Yet, somehow from that moment, during the game, of hearing the venom in her voice towards me it freed me of her wicked spell. Why the fuck is she annoyed with me? Because I won't talk to her or because she can get away with it or because she just wants to get me riled up???

Anyway, we're all sending out congragulatory emails today about winning the soccer championship game. We're both on the distribution, of course. I reply with some humor and moments later she responds in such a fashion that pretty much sucks the life out of the humor. What a cunt.