Depression...

We lost our 14th straight game of indoor soccer last night.

That's right, fourteen straight games. We went an entire season last quarter without winning a single match, and now we've lost our first two matches of the new season to keep the streak alive. A dubious honour, to be sure, and one that's starting to take its toll. Andy's on the verge of boiling over, so fed up is he with continually losing. I blew up last night, storming out after another loss, only to be forced to return for my wallet and eventually sub for a random team.

But (there's always a but...), Andy and I hung around last night to watch a few matches and were surprised to find that we share a division with some truly fucking ordinary sides. We watched four sides last night that had female members, and we stand a fair chance of securing a win against each. I don't mean to imply that chicks suck at sports or anything, it's just that these particular chicks, well... do.

So, here's hoping our fortunes are about to change next week. It'll be nice to post a win for once, if only to alleviate some of the frustration building within the team. If we don't manage a win soon I have no doubt tempers will flare and we'll all end up doing or saying things we regret.