Yesterday after practice we had a spaghetti dinner at Vasco's house. It was pretty cool... a nice time in the middle of the week just to chill with the other people on the waterpolo team. It was overall pretty fun. Today we had a game at Poway. JV got raped. Varsity lost, but not nearly as bad as JV did. And for a moment, it seemed like novice almost had a chance. After watching our other 2 teams lose, we were all pretty pissed. Especially since our opponent was Poway, MC's biggest rival. Novice was pumped as hell to win this thing, and by half time it looked like we had a chance with the score being 4-3, us being 4. But the next thing you know, the game is tied, and then things start going downhill for us from there. What personally pissed me off a lot was that I had the chance to make a perfect shot: a few meters from the cage with no one covering me. I throw the ball aiming for a corner, and it hits the damn outside rim of the cage and bounces off. This is only the second goal I've attempted in the entire season. I made the first one, this one was bad. In my opinion, this is the best we've ever played. Final score was 10-8, Poway. So all 3 of our teams had lost. No one was in too good of a mood. Walking back to the front of the school towards the bus, the driver comes and's like, "Are you guys riding on that charter bus over there?" And we were like "Hah, yeah, we wish." Then he said, "Cause this one's for the football team." We thought he was joking, but when we realized he wasn't, man, now we didn't have a ride back home and it was 6:30 PM and fast getting dark. Apparently, when you order a bus, its only for a one way trip. So the bus that had brought us had left, and wasn't coming back. What a great way to end a great day, huh? Especially for Garret. He had left his entire backpack on the bus, thinking that we'd be taking the same one home, so now all school stuff was gone. Eventually, we all called up our own rides to get picked up by. I got a carpool with Garret back to school. Anton and Vasco were also in the car. We stopped by PUSD's bus place to see if we could get Garret's stuff back, but the lone mechanic there was no help. Then me, always being one step ahead of the game, suggested that Garret call the bus place tomorrow or something and ask if his stuff was found on Maggie's bus. We didn't have the number of the bus to indentify it by, but the driver had told us her name before we left. That was by bright idea of the day =P. Good luck to Garret with that. I got home at 7:30 PM because of all this delay and had dinner, a shower, and did homework. What a GREAT day. -_-