Zapped

I'd love to tell you that Monday night played out in an ideal fashion.

I'd love to hold your hand through a three-game span leading to Ziggy's Zappers as the Shoreview rec champs.

I'd love to explain the karmic, pre-game feeling I received when I heard "Cannonball" by the Breeders.

I'd love to say my brothers and I exorcised the demons of 11 years ago and finally had a successful postseason.

I'd love to feel like I didn't give in to laziness and hunger and get Taco Bell.

Unfortunately, none of these things are true. Ziggy's Zappers fell in the second round of our men's rec league tournament. I was too upset to check the final score, but the Dirty 13th vanquished the ol' men by something like 60-45. I'd love to tell you that the refs cost us the game, but, again, that would be untrue. They probably only cost us about 10 points. Maybe 12. Dirty 13th was the better team on this night

Sigh.

To make matters worse, the Zappers came out looking a bit like jackasses. We are normally one of the more reserved clubs in the league - which isn't a particularly strong statement. That would be like Matthew Fox claiming to be the most successful alumnist from "Party of Five." Anyway, the Zappers exchanged heated words with the refs on more than one occasion (for good reason, darnit!) and eventually earned two technicals. Of course, the 13th spent the whole first half complaining and didn't draw the ire of the zebras...but whatever. They could do no wrong.

Yeah, I'm bitter.