Matt had a herniated disk. Hm. What? Basically it slipped out of place and now you need to put it back, otherwise you will be paralized.
I watched Matt suffer. Go to the doctor every other day, give him massages, do back exercises with him, rub cream on him, help him put pants and socks on.
And the biznatch still wanted to play soccer. Sorry, some university students are retarded.
I mean that with all the love in the world. What an idiot. I was so angry.
Hm, well not enough team players had show up for playtime. The coach of his team (which, coincidentally, is his father) and the referee struck a deal. A player from Matt's team would fall during play, thus becoming greatly harmed and unable to play. This way, the team would forfeit the game due to lack of players without having to pay the fines involved.
They agreed. Mario, Matt's bestie volunteered to pretend to be injured.
The game was about to start. The ref blew his whistle, and Mario lay on the ground. The ref blew his whistle again and walked over to Mario, where he said he could play no longer.
The other team, obviously angered said, "REF HE DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING MOVE! HOW COULD HE BE INJURED?!?"
I died of laughter. Moments like these make soccer ten times better
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