incessant whining over an uncontrolable event

great. so this last weekend my lacrosse team played some boy's ranch, po-dunk-ville town High school called Oakley. yeah, they had some kid in from back east. more specifically, from boy's latin... and they were ranked like- no. 3 in the nation. well, since he decided to go all all-american on us, our crease defenseman decided to sit on his butt. yup. he sat arround and let the guy score from anywhere he pleased. and our middies couldn't stop him from sweeping up top. but what really gets my goat is that our offense couldn't run a play for the life of them. they didn't care whether they lost the ball... heck, they figured that the defense would get the ball back to them soon enough. they decided that it wasn't important to have the ball. after all, who cares if the ball is in the back of OUR NET?!? well, our defense felt like crap over it. yup. the worst possible part of this is: it was a playoff game. I hope that our starters are happy.

get some more info and an unbiased review on the Jordan-Oakley game, go to http://www.jordanlacrosse.org/ and browse around.

A Peaceful Co-existance

the time has come,
the walrus said,
to talk of many things.
of life and love, and all my cares...
and you all on wings.

this is my first post, and hopefully not the last. there's many a change in our lives, few as big as our first publishment. So I bid you farewell and return to my writings... all alone, in my own little corner.