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All I know was that it was orange, and it was the best tasting lunch you have had for a very long time!  The Z boys had Micah along to play soccer last night, so I headed up to support since it was just around the corner….OR 45 minutes away, and started after 10 pm.  Their losing streak had dominated the last few games, so these guys were really fired up for a “W”.

The game headed off to a bad start.  (Don’t quote me on these exact statistics….I don’t know how I forgot since I heard the play by play about four times on the ride home…but I will try.)  By half time the score was Orange 5…White 1 (us).  Pretty brutal until …… 

In the second half, the fancy footwork and hussle was on!  One after another, white was scoring goals.  Orange was getting frustrated, especially because they are contenders for first place, and the white team should be a walk in the park…or so they thought!  The fouls were being thrown all over the place…in fact, the kindest player on the field….. Jim Z was even getting a few in.  Orange’s #9 was the main offender on their team, I personally heard from Rob -the biggest guy on the team white- say , “Do it one more time, and I will punch you in the head!”  Bring it on!!!

With 8 minutes left in the game, the score is tied 5 - 5.  Orange hasn’t scored since the half, and they are mad.  So what does #9 do?  He “does it again” in the form of a back-handed punch to Chris, the littlest guy on the team.  Too bad that Chris just happens to be brothers with the biggest guy, and before you could say “police brutality” (name the movie), Rob was running from off the bench, to “punch him in the head” I guess.  Micah said he was going to try and stop him until he looked in his eyes, “and there was no stopping him”…he looked posessed!

There was a big pile up, and the only person trying to stop the madness was the poor 100 lb lady who works there.  After about 2 minutes the lady was pulling people off the pile one by one.  They finally got down to the two involved, and #9 was in the fetal position.  After it was broken up, and even after Rob charged another guy, I looked over to see the best scene of all. It was straight out of UFC! Rico on our team had their biggest guy…and when I say biggest, I am talking pushing 400 lbs big in some sort of Jiu Jitsu hold.  He had his entire body wrapped around the big guy, and was holding him there so he couldn’t do any damage.  The classic part is that Rico couldn’t even get his arms and legs completely around him, but the big guy was just there taking orders.

After the ref called the game, you hear John Z. totally pumped up and yelling, “come on guys…let’s play ball.  We’ve got six minutes…let’s end this thing!”  He was so stoked on it, but everyone else was looking at him like he was crazy.  He could just taste the “W” and wasn’t going to let up. 

We all headed out to our cars, and had our pow wows about what details everyone saw, and then Micah and I headed home with the Z’s.  When we were heading out, the lady came up to us and told us that #9 wanted to press charges.  One of the Z’s said, “what’s he going to tell the cops?  I hit someone, and they hit me back?”  She then told us that Rob was red carded for at least three games, and had to pay a fine.  She mentioned the fine a few times, which got everyone a little bummed out for Rob.  Then when she mentioned that the fine was $25, MZ wanted to pull out a $50 and tell her the extra was for next time it happens.  Then she informed us that both teams are taking a loss for the game.  To which John resonded with something along the lines of, “We were going to win that game……We ate their lunch…..did you see our hustle….we looked good, etc. etc. etc.” 

For the complete 45 minute ride home, John was talking about every single detail over and over, and about what we had for lunch. Poor Jim was telling us we would hear about the fight the entire ride home, but to his unfortunate circumstances, he had to go to work with him for the next few days….and would hear about it all over again there!

All I have to say is….Jim, listen with pride!  You ate their lunch….and not many people eat Orange’s lunch!