A fairly exciting moment in my young soccer career.

Ok, so let me just set the stage for you:

This is an ordinary, essentially meaningless regular season game. We have already ensured playoff qualification, we can only affect our seeding at this point in the season. So we go into the game just looking to have fun and score some goals.

The team we're playing is a little bit inferior to us, but not by much; they have some decent players. Anyways, so we dominate the early run of the game but somehow they score first. So no big deal. Eventually we get a corner, which I expertly played into the box for my #1 target man, the 6'3" Ben "Peter Crouch" Rittenhouse. He finished it, and we're level.

Then, after a lot of really ambiguous and ugly play, a mistake in the defense saw us go down 2-1. Ugh, right? But we still have like 30 minutes so we're good.

Well, 27 minutes go by and we are playing awfully. We can't keep the ball on the ground, it's just not good. So anyways, the ref calls out "3 minutes left!" and so we get desperate. My good buddy Dan Boghean plays a long ball up the field, basically at the goal but a little off to the left... anyways, I was cherry picking (with my back to the goal, even with the post and maybe 10 feet from the endline), hoping to tee up a team mate with another of my skillful passes. As the ball comes to me, I realize that nobody is in a good position for a shot so I made a last second decision to blindly take a shot on goal. Well, this turned out to be a fabulous decision because about a tenth of a second after I swiped at Danny-Bo's pass, I heard that wonderful clink of the woodwork, followed by a chorus of "F***s!" from the other team. I looked behind me to see the ball in the back of the ol' onion bag. Suck on that, other team, it's 2-2!

So at this point we are all majorly jacked up. I felt kind of embarassed at scoring such a ludicrous goal at such a time in the game, but whatever, it was more of a sweet feeling than a shameful one. So anyways there's like less than a minute left by now. They take the kick off, then immediately proceed to turn the ball over to Luke "I am literally from a town called Goochville" Gall, who then fed the aforementioned Romanian Dan Boghean on the left. The opposition had NOBODY on that side of the field, and I mean nobody. Dan bolted towards goal with the ball, put a little oakey-doke on the keeper, and buried it. ACF AFC leads for the first time,3-2.

A few short moments later, the ref blows the whistle, game over, we win. SO SICK. One of the best finishes I've ever played in, though the rest of the game was definitely sub-par. But yeah, great time! That team was so pissed... Bring on the playoffs!!