I’ve already written about my entire trip from Nationals, but the server decided to crash when I uploaded and I lost the entire thing. So I’m going to make this version a bit more brief.
We headed down to Austin, Texas with only 14 players. Mind you, we have over 28 players on the team. Definitley a problem. After traveling all day, we attempt to find our hotel which was booked with the girls team… but there’s a problem: The airport has never heard of it, neither have any local fast food restaurants, let alone the phone book! Upon calling Mel on the girl’s team, we find out where the hotel is (and that they checked out of the hotel already). The sight of the hotel from the outside was enough for me to switch hotels (this place was a crack whore’s dream) but our team was anxious to check it out. We looked at one room, and it had a thick green fungus all over the carpet, with moist beds and nasty bugs on the top wooden ceilings. No way. After a bit of talking/persuasion, we end up moving into the nice hotel right nextdoor.
It was then brought to our attention that all the games on the first day were postponed. Apparently it peed all over Texas the week prior, and the fields were too wet to play on (really, UT didn’t want their fields ruined). So what does NIRSA do to compensate for a missed day of games? Makes us play three 50-minute games on Friday. Ha. What a joke. We ended up winning the first game against Texas Southern 1-0, we won the second game 4-1 against Southern Illinois 4-1, and lost the third game 1-2 to Arizona State. We played our best soccer of the season, and with our record we won our tournament bracket and advanced to the quarterfinals.
The next morning we won the quarterfinals 5-1 against Texas State. I didn’t play this game, due to my ankle (see picture below). The game was close until Beau blatanly fouled a player (and recieved a yellow card) and the player retaliated (think Ben Wallace’s hit on Ron Artest). I’ve never seen a bigger flop, as Beau grabbed his face in fake agony, rolled on the ground at LEAST 5 times, and laid there in fake pain. HILARIOUS. It earned him the red card as well (soccer’s version of an Academy Award). Seth’s mom took great pictures of this, and I will post them when we get them. So, on high hopes and all, we went to lunch anxiously awaiting the semifinal game that afternoon. Coming out of lunch, it starts to storm. We drive up to the fields, and within 5 minutes, the tournament director called the tournament. No attempt at finding other fields, no attempt at waiting, just cancelled. So this year there is no national champion and over 50 teams that traveled from all over the nation and paid all this money got to play about 150 minutes of soccer. Quite a waste of a trip if you ask me.
Only one more year for me to win Nationals..