If the title doesn’t say it all, the picture does:

(I’m in the back on the right)

There were a series of missteps that lead to our championship, but let’s just say destiny was on our side. We beat two teams that were definitively better than us. We did have some help though. First, Jan was able to get a couple girls to come out and play with us so we didn’t have to forfeit after all of our girls bailed on us. I can’t remember their names, but those girls were awesome. Next, it poured down rain before the game started (like monsoon rain) so a bunch of people from the other teams didn’t show up. And probably the largest contributing factor was that Jan was a scoring machine and was pulling zero angle goals on a keeper that knew what he was doing. It was a sight to be seen.

Actually, I take that back. I know exactly why we won. See a while time ago, my favorite Mexican bought me a Chivas home jersey. Not the bullshit streetvendor $2 kind, the real deal. I only pull this jersey out for special occasions. I’m sure it was the jersey that won the game, because it definitely wasn’t my blistered feet.

The funniest thing of all of this is that for winning the championship, we didn’t receive t-shirts (like every other adult league in the world would give out), we got a trophy and medals. And while that may seem like the dumbest idea in the world (well, actually it is), we had a great time with them. Because I learned a valuable lesson: if you want people to talk to you when you go out to the bar, grab a group of friends and show up with medals around your necks and a trophy in hand. I’ve never been so popular in my life. The bartender bought our entire first round. Everyone wants to give you a high five (that part sucked for me, but you’ve gotta roll with it when free drinks are involved), and attractive women would walk all the way across the bar to talk to the sweaty guys with the trophy (for real). Pure craziness.