soccer game

A few weeks ago, we went to watch the BYU men's team vs. the Real Salt Lake Reserves play at the BYU soccer stadium with some of our family and friends. The Reserves are the warm up team for Real, so they're one step below bench warmers. Don't hold your breath guys, I doubt you're going to make it to the Big Leagues. But from what I got to see of it (trying to wrangle a energetic two year old), it was pretty good.

Mathias cheering for the soccer ball.

Here is just a quick pic I got of the game, probably the most I saw of it.

(for some reson blogger turned this picture)

As you can see Mathias did not watch much of the game. He just ran around to his cousins and once he found his little jeep in his bag it was all over from there. Oh well, at least he kept himself entertained.

Devin's note: the game wasn't very exciting. Despite a 3-0 victory for Real, they dominated the entire game. What WAS funny, though, was that there was a cheap, dirt bag of a player on Real. I don't like people that are cheap. Physical, competitive soccer is fun, and if you can take it as well as dish it out without whining to the ref like a sissy, I don't mind playing that way. But when someone is out-right cheap and dirty, it chaps my hide. So when the Real player started playing like that, I started booing him every time he touched the ball. And not some small, soft booing either. I mean loud, use my entire diaghram booing. The first time I belted it out, it startled the two 12-year olds in front of us. The rest of the crowd followed my lead and soon I had the whole stadium booing right along with me. I felt some odd sense of pride knowing that I had lead 12,000+ fans in telling that POS player how we felt about his shenanigans.