Helena, part 2

just some pics from our trip to Helena, after our visit to the capitol

The part of town with the famous cathedral is full of old houses, tree-lined streets and churches.

This building was first a synagogue, then property of the city, then the Catholic church bought it; it’s right across the street from the cathedral
The pastor at the Presbyterian church is a fan of heartwarming cliches.
This building went from church to apartment building, according to the next door neighbors- though they weren’t sure. It’s still kept in spiffy order, with fresh, red paint. But why are the windows painted over?
Ol’ Morris knew how to live.
all are welcome!
The Cathedral of Helena. Not a place for t-shirts and spandex.

We wanted to go inside and see the stained glass with the afternoon sun shining through, but mass was just starting. Lots of friendly-looking folks passed us on the way in- and they were all well-dressed, like churchgoers in days of yore.

Allen with SE-facing view of Helena and valley

Father Robs Son of Sporting Glory

(my dad likes these reports from the ol’ football pitch- hence I keep ’em coming.)

our typical Montana, game-day breakfast

Yesterday evening I was in a funk. What should have been an enjoyable afternoon of Hawks soccer- a local game on our beautiful, thick-grass field by the pastures of Stevensville, perfect Indian-summer weather, and the whole roster present to provide fresh subs, plus an opponent we’d beaten by one goal in an exciting away game, down on our turf to exact revenge- all the elements were there for a great rematch as Owen joined the team for pre-game workout and I found a spot to throw my towel on the lush grass.

Then the coach came to the parents and asked who would be willing to be a line judge.

“I can do that,” I volunteered. Coach was pleased and surprised, and asked if I knew how to do the job.

“Yeah, I’ve reffed before, in Japan. Line judge and head referee both.”

“Well, we’ll have to get you into the system in that case.”

But I can tell you now, I won’t be volunteered into any system. Here’s why:

This is the team we beat up in Poulson- the game I described before where each goal we scored was son matched by the opponent’s equalizer, until it became 5-5 and we plugged away until Owen scored his fourth- the go-ahead for the 1-point win. Yesterday’s game was very similar. Our midfielder Caden scored the first goal, he got a back pass from the right winger and looped it over the keeper from 20 yards. That was nice as it was Caden’s first of the year, and he’s the coach’s son. Owen put the next one in, a well timed and placed right-footer on the ground that hugged the left post. “That was a slow kick but I didn’t think the keeper would get to it, ’cause there was so much open space on the left.”

Owen put in two more in the first half and Poulson managed one. I thought this would be a home-game walk in the park. O already had his hat trick and things were running smooth. Shame on me, though, as these are the last thoughts that should be in the head of an official- speculating on how many points the home team is going to win by and how many more goals will be netted by his son, and worse, calmly enjoying the game. I’d told myself early on to “just concentrate on play and don’t think about the game!” but it’s hard.

The only two obvious errors I made were critical.

The first: Near the middle of the field, but on our half, our defenders brought the line forward and the Poulson striker was offsides by a foot or two. Their midfielder advanced the ball which struck one of our players and then bounced into the open field, in front of said striker. That’s it- the minute he touches the ball it should be called as offsides, but I didn’t call it. Of course he brought the ball down and scored, while I wondered, “Hmm. Was he offsides? Probably. Oops.”

Now I’ll skip the game details and get right to my boner move that probably cost us the game. Late in the second half, Poulson had netted three goals using the same method each time. Their two best players were the center midfielder and right wing. Their keeper or defenders get it to the big midfielder, he brings the ball up to just before the midline and then makes a nice, long pass up the right side. The right wing is faster than our left defender, so he waltzes past to the ball which has slowed down nicely in the heavy, tall grass. Our keeper is loathe to come out of the box so the winger takes the ball up and scores an easy one- three times. Now the game is getting real interesting- just like the barn-burner two weeks ago in Poulson. It’s 4-4 and Owen has three goals. Will he score the go-ahead? Will our defense fall for the same trick from these Poulson one-trick ponies? STOP THINKING ABOUT IT! You’re the line-judge for crying out loud!

Not as an excuse, but just an explanation for why I was shirking my duty a bit:

  1. The Poulson defense made no attempt to come forward and hold a line, forcing the Hawks offsides. There weren’t any plays that I could raise an offsides flag on. (and of course, in my head, I’m screaming, “Take advantage of this defensive oversight, boys!”) So I relaxed a bit and let my guard down.
  2. It’s rec-league youth soccer, not a world cup qualifier where refs have to fear for their lives (like I said, explanation not excuse).
  3. The Hawks are fighting like mad to get that winning goal, and of course I’m cheering silently for my own son to put it in.

And then it happened. The Hawks advanced the ball. The assistant coach’s talented midfielder son Hayden gets it to Owen at the last moment. There is a moment of confusion with Poulson defenders swarming down on O, but he manages to break free enough for a quick blast from 15 yards, which slams against the crossbar, then bounces down hard onto the ground and back onto the field. I was so absorbed by the exciting play that I forgot to concentrate and watch to see if the ball might have hit the ground behind the goal line, then spun out- which would be a goal. Then three of the Hawks players, including Owen, looked at the ref, then at me. The ref was looking at me. It’s my call!! I was stunned. I waved off what I now thought was probably a goal and indicated “play on!” to the ref. Owen and his teammates couldn’t believe it. I robbed him of the go-ahead goal.

The excitement continued. Later we indeed managed the go-ahead when Hayden brought it down the left side, taking two defenders with him, and made a high-speed, perfectly placed pass to Owen who struck it in from just in front of the goal. Alas, Poulson answered with their bread and butter play, twice (!!) to go ahead in the final minutes and take the 6-5 win- just the margin we’d won by in Poulson.

I apologized to the boys after the game. “Sorry guys, I think I robbed you of one.”

The boys and coaches already knew it- even the parents and Hawks girls volleyball team on the sidelines cheering on knew it. But everyone was friendly about it. A couple of the boys said, “That’s OK.” A couple girls on the volleyball team said, “Good job guys,” as we passed (I think one had her eye on O.)

But I felt crushed. Took Owen’s probable winning goal away from him. In the car ride home I learned from O that the ball hadn’t hit the ground behind the goal line; it actually hit the second crossbar that holds up the netting- well inside the goal (so even more obviously a goal)! Ugh.

Owen was a good sport about it- more worried that I felt bad than angry about losing. A better sport than I was at that age.

Life goes on!

Helena, part 1

Owen had a soccer game in Helena last Saturday.

seems the sky often looks like this on the eastern side of the continental divide (click for big)

This was a rematch against the team that clobbered us 14-1 in our very first game. We weren’t looking for a win- just something respectable. The first ten minutes were exciting as we kept it to a draw and had just as many scoring opportunities as Helena. The parents along the sidelines sat up straighter and paid attention- “hey, just maybe….” and in fact, the first solid shot on goal was by the Hawks: Owen blasted a right-footer under heavy coverage at 22 yards and it just missed, hitting the right post. O later told me he forgot to compensate for the wind.

Our hopes were dashed soon after when the Helena big boys dismantled our defense and converted on an easy opportunity from 15 yards. The rest of the game they dominated again, but we kept it respectable. Unlike the hot day back in August, playing 9 a side on the slow, tall-grass pitch, today was nice and cool, 11 a side, on a harder, fast field. Coach kept subbing in fresh legs and with Jason and the rest of our defense stymieing many Helena advances, we held them to 5 points. Trouble was, we rarely got the ball up to our forward line and then Owen and the wingers had to get it by the impenetrable wall- 3 defenders of average height 6’1″. O managed to put one in, however. Our forward line pressured their defenders enough to force a poorly placed/timed ball and O ran in for the easy gimme. Final score, 5-1.

After the game we drove out east to Canyon Ferry Lake.

After lunch we went to the Capitol.

Now son, you’re gonna have a little civics lesson here whether you like it or not!

Thomas Francis Meagher statue

Meagher was an Irish rebel, captured, tried and sentenced to hang, but managed to be sent to Australia instead. Escaped and found his way to New York. Formed an Irish brigade in the civil was and rose to rank of General. The flip side to this illustrious bio is that he organized a militia to subdue the uppity local Indian tribes in Montana, upset somehow about losing a few acres of land. The militia never got around to fighting Indians in the General’s time. Still, it’s the thought that counts- sorry General, that’s gonna cost you your statue in this day and age.

do you see any gallant union soldiers on horseback in those blueprints? neither do I

Fox News will be around to cover the unveiling of the tribal flags and demolition of the General’s statue- or will it be ABC news?

Why are ABC and FOX on the same car? Silly, they all work together- and you thought there was a difference!