Blow 'em off and keep going. Wow. Crazy soccer game. We need big hulking, steroid pumped up fans to back us up. Yes Mr Sousa, I'm talking to you. Don't let soccer mom's mouth off. Bust. Some. Caps. And say "Biaccch!" at the end. Haha, just kidding Soccer Mom. You know I love you. That team was garbage. Yes I'll say it again GARBAGE. We have more skill then them. Unfortunatly we tied. They had a lot of cheap shots. I won't deny we had a few... but they did start it. 'Cause that's what you do when you have no skill and no grit. Anyway. Some Soccer mom got on my case. They'll yelling at the ref and I say "It's not our fault you team plays dirty." and she flips "I'VE GOT YOUR NUMBER!" I'm like ok... then I blew her a kiss after the game. 'Cause I got class. Me and John both. I hate school but it's almost over. And I think I can deal with another year. Maybe two. You never know.