Ok, so here’s the deal. I’m reffing a U10 girls game tonight at my old high school. Normally I wouldn’t complain (ok, that’s not true…I wouldn’t complain enough to actually write a blog entry about it), but it just so happens that I have to ref the two worst teams in the league. And when I say worst, I don’t mean skill-wise (that is of course implied with any U10 girls team - first of all, they’re 10, second of all, they’re girls), no; I mean they are the worst teams to ref. So now you’re probably thinking, grow up, they’re only 10 year old girls, right? Well, I suppose you’d have me there. Aside from the fact that they suck total monkey balls and don’t even know the rules of the game (I’m talking not even the basics, I often have to call people for hand balls outside the box (or in a U10 game’s case, the “semi-circle”…oooohh), hand balls on the field, and just sucking in general), they actually talk back to me on half the calls I make. I mean, it’s nice that you’ve got attitude, but you’ve got attitude about something you know nothing about and have no control over whatsoever. That’s basically like me going into a toilet store (something which I know nothing about), listening to their smartest employee explain to me in the most in-depth detail he can fathom about the inner-workings of a toilet and other sewage-related products, and at the end of his masterful speech, me telling him he’s wrong. Not only that, but then I’d have to take a seat on the fanciest toilet in the place and drop the world’s biggest deuce with everyone watching. (more…)
And so, here we are on August the first, as my summer will soon draw to a close (in case you’re wondering about the title, it is of course a reference to the 2002 post-apocalyptic film 28 Days Later). Yes, while you may be thinking, “Wait Paul, you’re crazy! There’s still a month of summer left!” Sadly, this is not exactly true for me…although I suppose technically it may be, but we all know I’m not technical about such technicalities. No, my summer ends in a couple of weeks from now, as my Jillybear is leaving for Florida on the 17th, and personally I see no reason to be here in North Bay any longer without her. My contract with the MTO ends next Friday (a week from today), for which my excitement cannot be expressed in mere words. It’s a win-lose situation, you see: while this job is finally coming to an end (something that I’ve been looking forward to for a long, long time…even longer since they extended my contract for several more weeks), it also means that I know my days of seeing Jill’s beautiful face everyday are numbered. I’m literally counting down the days until I have to leave her…leave her, but not forget her; never forget her. It’s sad, and a little heartbreaking I guess too to imagine going back to the days where I can’t just go see her whenever I want, or run to her when I’m having problems, or just know that she’s only a few minutes away. Yes, I suppose there are people that have it much harder than we do; at least Sudbury is only just over an hour away from North Bay. There are people in much longer-distance relationships that can be several hours away, several provinces away, or even in different countries or continents. However, perhaps people in relationships so far away from each other have been hardened by the distance between them; something that I know will never happen to Jill or myself. Still, that doesn’t make being apart any easier. (more…)
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