A win, but where's the conga wreck?

Perhaps Alex's words of wisdom were, well, wise (for those of you you who missed his goal celebration comments, he recommended that because of our propensity for injured players we should perhaps heed that as a harbinger for determining athletic celebrations).

So the T-Wrecks (T-Rex? A monster of a team, filled with dinosaur player?) provided another four goal performance with twine tickling from Oreste, Monica, Pedro, and Robert. And while three goals ended up in our own net, the one-goal victory wasn't as uncomfortable as it sounds.

What was uncomfortable was Amy's...um, not sure what to call it, body check? She just kinda stood there....but the 6' 2" San P soldier sure did crumble when he ran into her. It's like he ran in to a brick wall. Or a Wall-in-ator! (Get it? Amy Wallin. Wallin-ator. Like the Terminator. Anyone? Get it? Anyone?)

A welcome back to our resident artist, Celina. She was carvin' up some turf with some crafty and spritely movement. And special mention to Diego, who achieved lift off on several occasions (there's something to be said for sending a ball over the bar. The bar of the 30 ft. backstop that is). But the most honorable mention goes to Steve, who rocked it ol' school, with his slip-slide, back spring, break dance defense.

Two and oh!

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