EX-Caliber


Many teenage boys are absolutely enthralled by cars.  Car that go really fast or cars that can go over almost any terrain. Most boys have a fetish towards one or the other.  Me personally, well I drive a classic.

Now when I say classic I really don’t mean a true classic but rather my way of making me feel better about my “ride.”  I drive a blue 2010 Dodge Caliber.  Just to clear it up, I love my car, the rest of the world doesn’t seem to agree with me.

In December, Dodge discontinued the production of the Caliber.  Well I took this as extraordinary news because that meant that there was now a finite number of people in the world with the same car as mine and therefore made it limited.  On top of that, with the rate at which they break down, I estimate in ten years I will be one of the last owners of an iconic American hatchback.  Therefore it will be a classic.

Now all this is assuming my car does not break down, explode, implode, catch fire, or any other nature of destruction.

Disappointing results


Today we had a soccer game.  The team we were playing we have already played and we won 5 to 1 or something like that. Point is we beat them bad. But not today. Today we ended with a tie game.

I played a forward position so it fell to me as well as our other forwards to score. Unfortunately we could not finish, without lack of trying. We had ALOT of shots but nothing could just go in.

For the most part of the second half I felt like I wanted to strangle something I was so frustrated.  Nothing is more frustrating than having their goalie get the ball over and over and over again.

Sometimes these things happen where there seems to be an invisible wall preventing us from scoring, and it is infuriating. Next week we have another game and I really hope for my own sanity that we get some goals.

Time


Sometimes, well actually most of the time I feel like I have absolutely no time to myself.  I go to school, and usually make it home by 6 30 after soccer practice and everything, then its dinner, shower and by the time that’s all done it can be as late as 8!

Next of course like a good student I spend time doing homework and when that’s all done its straight to bed, because the next morning I have to be up at 6 30.

Now obviously I am complaining, well that’s true, but I did choose to go to OVS and take AP classes, but that still doesn’t mean that I do not deserve some R and R.

Usually that’s what the weekends are for, but between family events and soccer games, those are gone too. Sometimes I really just feel like running into the woods to be completely alone for just a few hours!

The true meaning of the Game.


I have been playing soccer for almost my entire life now.  I really love the game and competing against other people.  I also love winning.  What I don’t love so much is losing.

Today we played the Dunn School soccer team and lost, but as I was driving home from the game, I realized that I was not upset at all. I actually had a smile on my face.

For the first time in over a decade of playing soccer I finally realized what it means to play the game.  Playing soccer is not about one team winning or anything, it’s about two teams going out on a field and playing their hearts out.  That’s what happened today.  It was by far the most fun game I have ever played.

I was constantly smiling and making jokes with opposing players, and when it came to one on one with the ball, the competition was always in good spirits.  Both teams played extremely well and there was a true sense of healthy competition.

Before today I never understood why in professional leagues players from opposite teams would talk to each other and joke. To me the other team was always the enemy and there should be no fraternization.  But once again today’s game brought down my preconceived notions of camaraderie and I did speak with players after the game.

Overall although we lost, I myself, and I think the team as a whole, learned more today then we have all season, and from here on OVS will see a different team.

our rear-ends saved.


Our soccer team this year started out as a bright star. After crushing the Midland School we believed we could go all the way.  But coming back from our month break and losing five players, we have struggled since.  Unfortunately by losing those key players we have had problems finding players to fill those voids and we have not really been able to find our balance.

Coming off of two defeats to the Thacher and the Dunn schools, we have had our spirits down a bit.  Coming up on Saturday we were set to play one of the best teams in the state, Cate School.  Saturday morning I woke up to the wonderful sound of rain.  The pitter-patter had never sounded so good.

With the rain meant that we would not have to play Cate and most likely suffer another crushing defeat. Not I am not a coward but nor do I like to suffer terrible defeats, and with half our team “infirmed” we would not have stood a chance.

So we were saved by the weather from a terrible fate, and hopefully we will be able to stand a chance the next time we play them.

Farmers Market


Every Sunday is the farmers market, most towns have these.  For me we have one within walking distance right in the harbor.  Except I never go.  Yesterday though, I went, and it was really nice.

It brought back memories from when I was younger and we would go every weekend to pick up our local produce.  These days though it has changed quite a bit, it has grown about twice as big and has more than just produce.

The entire front section is now devoted to street vendors selling  homemade wares and kettle korn stalls.

In the central area there is now a live band every sunday, an espresso bar and you can go down to the wharf to buy fresh fish the fishermen caught just that morning.

It was really nice to finally go back to the farmers market after its been almost a year since last I went.

The truth behind College Life


This past weekend my good friend visited me from College.  He is at UCLA, studying world art and culture, or basically blowing through freshmen year pretending to be a dancer.

He did though have some of the best war stories I have ever heard.  Being a Pledge for the Sigma Nu Fraternity.

So this blog is a shout out for my buddy who is experiencing hell on earth being a pledge.

Good luck. We are all rooting for you.

Before he visited I thought that all the crazy fraternity related tasks and events were just myths and only showed up in movies, but boy was I mistaken. After listening to my friend recount his horror experiences I could not help but cringe.

Thankfully now, he is past pledging and has become an active brother of Sigma nu.

The cruel reality of soccer


Last Wednesday I experienced what three weeks of inactivity can do to a student athlete.  We played the Dunn School in soccer and boy was it a wake up call.  We lost if you were wondering, but it was more of the journey than the destination right.

My journey at least was very educational. For one I learned that after spending three weeks of break mostly most running between sofa and kitchen during commercials, I made a scientific discovery about myself. I cannot go and play a 90 minute game after those three weeks.  In fact I can only play about a ten minute game before my vision narrows, I begin to hyperventilate and beg my coach to take me out.

Now that is obviously not a good thing, but I rallied in the second half and played the entire half, albeit I ran much less.

Although I am an athlete, I do believe that running should be a sin.  In conjunction with that I love to play goalie, and defense.

The Gingerbread House


This weekend was the famous Gingerbread House Decorating party at my house.  This is an old tradition of my family that dates back all the way to when my mother was a child.

It started with my Nana making two houses during Christmas for my mom and her brother.

After my Nana married my Big daddy it became a little party for all his seven kids.  As their kids grew and her friends kids grew, more and more kids were brought into the fold.  Soon it became an annual party in San Antonio, Texas, with around 200 people or so every year.

When my mother moved to California she stopped going. But after I was born and a little older, my mom started it up again. And from then on we have had a Gingerbread house Party.

This year was the last year for the party.  We had about 80 people come this time, with kids from five years old all the way to 18 years old.

It was a lot of fun and I am really sad it has come to an end.

CD’s Not Dead


OVS takes up a lot of time.  After school, I have soccer practice and that ends at about 5 o clock.  So I have to drive home in the dark about 45 minutes home.  I really don’t like driving at night and find myself extremely bored during the drive.

So I’ve been trying to find something to do while driving, and I have finally figured it out.

With the fast approaching release of the second season of one of my favorite TV shows Game of Thrones, I have wanted to read the second for a long while, never finding time.

Yesterday I went to Barnes and Noble and purchased the second book, A clash of Kings, on CD.

SO for the last two days I have listened to the book on CD in my car driving to and from school.  This is the first time I have used my CD player in my car this year, but I doubt it will be the last as I feel that this may become a new trend for me.