AC STL
Sunday, September 5, 2010
While OLeif rehearsed at church that morning, Puck came over to Collette, trying to shove his hands into the pockets of his corderoys. He was having trouble with this, however, because he was not able to see over the bulge of his belly.
“Could you help me find my pockets, Mama?” he asked.
After the service had ended, he was not pleased at all to find out that there would be no Sunday School that morning due to the break of Labor Day, and walked off in a bit of a huff…
Meanwhile, back at the house, Puck had convinced himself that he had once lived in a little brown leather box on the floor which he now held in his hand and showed to Collette.
Things progressed quickly after the morning service…
10:50 — wait outside Home Depot while Mom and Francis purchased paint, a hedge trimmer, and a giant potted palm.
11:20 — Schnuck’s to pick up: three bags of chips, hot dogs, buns, and Coca-Cola.
11:40 — first attempt to pick up OLeif from church (where he was playing the second service); Sinai was just beginning the sermon.
12:20 — second attempt to pick up OLeif – success; congregational meeting regarding selling land to the City of Cottleville.
12:50 — lunch with the beginning of the new Clash of the Titans.
13:10 — leave with Carrie and Linnea for the mall where Carrie was in need of jeans.
14:30 — back to the house where Francis was pushing Puck around in his tricycle.
And after all that rigamarole…
Word from the Silverspoon’s was that Theodore’s finger had suffered irreversible battle wounds, involving skin grafting, all of the effects still not entirely certain…
Back on the ranch, Rose was busy rollerblading around the inside of the house.
“I’ve been thinking of getting my hair boy-cut,” said Carrie to the room.
Pause.
“No, no, no.”
“Definitely not.”
“No way.”
“Aw, no, no, no.”
That was unanimous.
And then it was time for Mom, Collette, Carrie-Bri, and Linnea-Irish to leave for the soccer game. AC STL vs. FC Miami.
Twenty-five minutes later they had arrived, parked, rather incidentally in what they believed to be VIP parking, traded in vouchers for tickets, found, happily, that their seats were Section #2, Row A, Seats 23-26, right in the front line. Perfect view. The sun was slipping. Cool breezes. Music. Mom and Linnea-Irish brought over the hot dogs — score two meals in one day — and Cokes. And right at six o’clock, the game began.
It was good.
“I wonder how many of the players are foreign,” Carrie said aloud, as the teams lined up on the field.
The announcer began to tick off the starters for both teams…
“Salvaggione, Gauchinho, Le Petit, Chijindu…”
The first half saw a nice goal from Saint Louis, with roars from the crowd, drumbeats, shouts, and cheering from the fan club in the corner, and flag runners up and down the sidelines. Then Miami scored. But in the second half, Saint Louis came back against the equalizer with another goal, and, well… then Miami accidentally scored inside their own goal. But… things happened. Saint Louis would have won anyway, with a final score of 3-1 as the crowds cheered them on with great enthusiasm. And the evening breezes rolled in under the stars.
Good evening.
When Collette returned, OLeif explained that Dad had treated them all to McDonald’s for dinner.
“He asked Puck if he wanted a ‘sad meal’,” OLeif explained. “Puck said, ‘no’. Then he asked him if he wanted a ‘happy meal’. Puck said yes. So when he gave him the happy meal and asked Puck if it was a ‘sad meal’, Puck said that it was an ‘angry meal’.”
O, her chubby puckling…