The Last Game Of Fifa… For Now

"I'm catching the next flight out" -Pat

Today started like any other day. I woke up early, didn’t realize what day it was— because going home for these four day-five night weekends throws off my internal clock off— wrote a paper, rewarded myself with a bowl, got inspired to edit some of the audio for my photo project, rewarded myself with some porn, went to the city’s records hall, and then got a text message that made this day different from any other.


Breathe easy… I promise no more run on sentences.


The text was from one of my best friends who I met in Albany and read, “So I meant to tell you fools before we got sky-high last night, but on Thursday morning I’m trying to make a change in my life and flying one-way out west.”


My initial response was, “Alright wait for me.” It took me a minute to tell myself that I can’t walk out on my bills and school without planning first, and concluded that I don’t have the balls for it when I’m so close to graduating, (fingers crossed). A couple of minutes later, I got a text from Tommy, my roommate, saying “Did you get a text from Pat?” We couldn’t figure out if he was kidding or not.


All this seems too familiar, with two of my best friends moving to Florida, and North Carolina during and after high school.  The feeling you get when you have to say goodbye for the last time for a while always sucks. Fuck, it’s hard to say peace to your closest friends when you leave for the summer.

Anyway, Pat was over tonight watching some of the ASU basketball game, (they won 52-49), and we played what’s probably our last game of Fifa for a while. (For those of you who don’t know Pat, he’s a kick-ass soccer player, who is somewhat descent at the electronic version of the sport). After beating both Tommy and me consecutively, I couldn’t let him leave for another time zone without kicking his ass at least once in Feef’s—luckily I won in round two… apparently I can do everything but score.

At one point in the night I said, “I know you’re excited, but are you nervous at all?” – “Yeah a little bit”, said Pat. “Good”, I responded.


With a change in your life like this, it’s good to be on your toes a little bit. The nerves working helps you survive.


However, being in a summer state, where it rarely drops below 70 degrees, and a realm of national parks, desserts, cliffs and canyons in your backyard has to have somewhat of a calming effect.


Pat if you’re reading this, good luck to you brotha, give me a holler if you ever make it out to Vegas—I could always use another trip out there. And if you end up broke traveling the country on freight trains, I’m down for that too.


I’m excited to see where he’s going to be in a year—I just hope he makes it far enough so that he doesn’t want to come home until he is ready to.


4 Responses to “The Last Game Of Fifa… For Now”

  1. November 18, 2009 at 3:22 pm

    For those of you who want to know what kind of guy Pat is, he’s the one flipping off the Red Sox during the Yankees-Phillies World Series. Hhaha @ https://mattsword.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/twenty-fuckin-seven-and-no-its-not-my-birthday/

  2. 2 Anonymous
    November 18, 2009 at 8:55 pm

    awesome blog. loved it.

  3. November 19, 2009 at 10:16 am

    Thanks, hopefully I’ll get some random updates to write a followup.

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