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04/20/2009 12:00 AM :

Boston Avenue Athletic Club Headquarters- Here's a question: Would you rather A.) lose a hard fought match 1-0 to the defending state champions, or B.) Score the only goal in a 1-0 match only to have your parents honk the horn for over 20 seconds from their PT Cruiser? Luckily for every B.A.A.C. player, they were on the end of the 1-0 defeat to the reigning state champions.

Boulder F.C. are a superior team to the B.A.A.C. in a lot of ways. Mostly skill, speed, vision, age, passing, shooting, defending, shit jersey wearing, dribbling, not drug doing, stamina, finishing, set pieces, and height, but when a solid B.A.A.C. hangover wears off, there is a lot of heart out on the field. Sundays 3:00 p.m. kickoff helped said hangover wear off. Boulder dominated the majority of the first half but had only two clear cut chances come from the domination (a well saved shot and a simple header at the back post). The A's managed a couple of half chances of their own and even forced the goalkeeper into action a time or two. With neither team finding a goal in the first stanza the A's went into halftime well chuffed with the score knotted at 0-0.

Even though the Athletic's had the kickoff to begin the second half, Boulder managed to see an attempt flash just wide of goal approximately nine seconds into the half. Twenty minutes into the half "it" happened. Boulder scored, and when they did, the proud parents of the goal scorer proceeded to voice their support via the horn of their rented PT Cruiser (I like to think it was their version of really fucking up a rental (horn over-use)). This was no regular honk, or series of honks, or da-da-da-da-da...da-da. No, this was over twenty seconds of continuous PT Cruiser style power honking.

"It was amazing, I've never felt so completely emasculated and yet at the same time, so totally embarrassed for someone in my entire life, I mean I guess it could have been a Miata." said perplexed yet grateful Jordan McKenzie

"It was like having my face rubbed in shit, but not regular shit, shit shaped like a flower and with rhinestones in it and also a disco ball with techno music playing in it. Not at all like my shits which are comprised of mostly potatoes and venison sausage, sausage that I shot to death with my goddamned 12 gauge"

Andy Kern was fouled in the box and forgot to go down (damned ethical Kerns), they hit the post, and forced Henson in action several times, but really at the end of the day, who cares? No one from B.A.A.C. camp gleefully honked a PT Cruiser horn as a form of support, and those are the types of victories the club is shooting for this season.

Final Score 1-0

The A's take on a team next Sunday whose name alone rivals the honking of the PT Cruiser horn when they go toe to toe with the Slum Dog Millionaires at Veterans park at 1:00 p.m.. Why not call the team Liberace's Poolboys?

Footnote: Kevin "Fuzz" Coleman was at Coachella