This is Jana's view of events yesterday, when the Flathead Girls' soccer team (coached by my brother-in-law) beat the enemy from the north end of town for the THIRD time this season. Here is how I got it, via text message:
Jana: Starting to feel like vomiting.
Me: Go home.
Jana: I mean about the game.
Me: &*#$. I've been oblivious. Way to remind me. When does it start?
Jana: 16 minutes.
Me: I just watched the rise of the witnesses ep.
Me: Trying to distract you. Are they playing at home?
Jana: Yes, Flathead is hosting.
Me: Flathead rules.
Me: What's the score?
Jana: Hasn't started yet.
Jana: Half time, FHS 1 - GHS 0
Me: Yee-ha!
Jana: It is only half time.
Me: Sorry... But I have faith.
Jana: You are the best.
Me: I am the best.
Jana: Yes, you are.
Me: I know. That's what I said.
Me: Update?
Jana: Overtime.
Jana: Second overtime.
Jana: A bunch of the Braves football team is here. I want to ask Brock to go rip down the Wolfpack sign if we win.
Jana: F@#K!!!!!
(At this point, driving in my car with Alex, Samantha and Alex's friend Mackenzie, I gasped, causing Alex to ask, What? Did they score? To which I responded, I think so. To which she asked me, Well, what did she say? Not wanting to read it aloud in front of her friend, I handed her the phone. She read aloud, Overtime, Second overtime, F-word. Hm, it does sound like they scored.)
Me: What?
Jana: Shootout.
Me: We hate shootouts.
Me: So did no one score or both score in OT?
Jana: WE WON!!
I know maybe it's lame, especially since I haven't been to high school in more than 20 years, but when the new high school opened up across town, IN THE LAND OF GATED COMMUNITIES, WITH ITS AWARD-WINNING ARCHITECTURE AND ITS ORIGINAL, COMPOSED-ESPECIALLY-FOR-THEM SCHOOL SONG, we all barfed a little. There has been A LOT of drama associated with last year, the first year of dueling high schools, all of which I've heard of extensively first-hand from my sister. This win meant that Flathead goes to State, Glacier does not. So for one more year, Flathead may now be the ghetto inner-town school, but we are going to State and they're not. Ha ha.
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