This past weekend I had the opportunity to see a professional soccer game. There is no professional soccer league in Canada, so an opportunity like this doesn’t come around often.
It was a “friendly” between Valencia and the New York Cosmos. It was also an excuse to go on a day-long road trip with my friends.
The Day of Fun started with the two hour drive down to Regina. This meant two hours of road trip games.
At our friend’s recommendation, we ate lunch at a place called Bushwakker, a pub restaurant that dabbles in some non-pub fare too. I took part in the burrito. It was massive and delicious.
A twenty minute walk down the old-fashioned road, past the old stadium (it’s going to be torn down, soon), and we arrived. Music played loudly, people buzzed around looking for their seats. The stadium was barely half full – I can only imagine how loud it gets in there during a football game.
Three national anthems later and the game was on.
I know virtually nothing about soccer. I remember going to a soccer camp as a kid and not having a clue. A kid asked me if I played ‘O’ or ‘D’ and I said, “Huh???” I got demoted to ‘D’ real fast.
But I could tell that these players were very skilled. It was interesting to watch them dance past each other, running so lightly, taking the ball with them in complex patterns. And then it stopped being interesting. To be honest, I don’t remember the second half at all, I was so busy talking to my friend. She also knows very little about soccer, so it was okay to bug her.
A typical Canadian barbecue hosted by our friend’s gracious sister and her husband, a quick stop for ice cream, and another two hours of driving to round out a hot, adventure-filled summer day. #worthit