7 on 7

It was a rainy windy Saturday morning. The past week had been a few solid days of destruction. Power out. Trees down. Bridge's closed. Some called it the end of San Francisco. San Francisco women are tough cookies though, and Sports 4 Good decided that if the turf field was in tact, soccer would indeed go on! Waking up, un-prepared to find the area of the city known as Bayview, my internet out, I bothered my roommate to find a map to the field. Not knowing what bus to take, again, being unprepared, I luckily had pumped up my bike tire a few days before, and hopped on the red rider and flew down to the field. Well, didn't fly as so much as rode past the homeless and their shopping carts, trying to get over, around and under 101. Successfully I came upon Cesar Chavez and followed it to 3rd street. Through rain, and wind, and hard rain, and more wind, and broken branches, and rocks, and broken umbrellas, and torn up jackets, and flat tires, and enormous freight trucks I found myself lost. A bus stop seemed to appear out of no where, and harmlessly sneaking up on a woman fiddling with something in front of her and mumbling what sounded like she was upset with me, I glanced at a map and saw I was not far from the Youngblood soccer field. With hope and ten minutes left until game time I peddled and peddled, looking for any sign of a field. A fence, tall lights, goals, yelling and screaming, and ahh! Too my right there it was. Just past the potholes, gravel sidewalk, and broken down cars, the field! I could see red shirts too. A glimpse that my other , no doubt more prepared teammates, had arrived on time. With a few minutes remaining I threw on my cleats and ran on the field. We were down one, but that was ok. With a game of 7 on 7, and a small indoor like field, and teeny nets resembling hockey goals, being down a player could be excused. Mid-way through the first half, which could have been anywhere from twenty minutes to forty-five, I couldn't really tell and still don't know much of the rules, our seventh and final player came. The game ended with a 1-1 tie. Not bad for a thrown together team. Megan was nice enough to offer me and my bike a ride home. I showered and headed to my mom's house for eleven, yes count em', eleven hours of sitting on the couch watching football, trashy tv, and a movie that wasn't much to talk about.