Soccer Sunday
I have yet, in my 3 year reign of abuse here at Beyond Robson, told you about a magical little gathering called Sunday Soccer at McLean Park, home of Sunday United. For what must be 7 years we've met at 3pm almost every single Sunday (in the winter we play on the gravel field at the school). Given the often insane number of drunken hipster flailing around in the blistering heat wearing short shorts and tight jeans, it can get a wee bit crowded. Sorry if you feel like I've stolen a piece of your life for not telling you about the best game of 'balance the Pacific Pilsner in one hand while running at top speeds' in town, but I'm pretty sure you need to either a) own a motorbike, b) be in a shit-hot Vancouver noise-band, c) go to Emily Carr, d) have either a beard, a boyfriend with a beard, or a really ironic t-shirt on, or e) be an eccentric Vietnamese bottle lady/bootlegger, an 80 year old Korean man nicknamed Kip Winger, a little kid, or some crazy european castaway who never passes the ball. Also suggested but not required are any of the following:
-Djarums
-a ridiculous headband
-witty banter/extensive knowledge of obscure Italo space disco
-some sort of fancy fig tapenade
-war paint
-a bottle of cheap but slightly eccentric alcohol, such as Baby Duck, Scnapps, Rice Wine, Cooking Sherry...
-free spirited alt-moms
-fixie
Alas we are all criminals. Filthy degenerates who invade the park and stab old ladies in the face over and over again. The playing field is basically a recreation of the floor at a G.G. Allin show. We regularly set fire to small children and tell them to run to the water park which we disabled hours earlier. Its super fun. Obviously I'm being facetious but there's always a couple of trouble makers who would rather see us all get fake tans, frost our tips, pop our collars, and parade down Granville Strip with visions of date rape dancing in our heads.

One such person, a municipal employee, during a Libby Davies BBQ, decided to call the cops on us. Now, I know you are only 4 feet tall Ron Suzuki, but seriously, you should really find something better to do, like maybe join the Fascist Appreciation Society Downtown Ambassadors. Besides, I think the little red uniform might be more your steez. Better yet, why don't you play? Anyone can join dude. Or do you just focus instead on crushing everyone else's fun in some sort of throwback to the city's Scots Presbyterian heritage?
There is still this lingering shadow of suspicion that reigns down on anybody who isn't a baby boomer. Look you guys, I'm sorry you choked at probably our only chance at saving the world but you shouldn't seek redemption in trying to control every tiny NIMBY detail in your life and pretend its some sort of community involvement. We are the community. We pay taxes. We live here. And we take a section of the park away from the slow, creeping infiltration of Small Dog People for just one day a week.









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I'd hate to call out Ron Suzuki when there are so many other fascistic intolerant yuppies about....
As a long term resident, I find the hipster soccer refreshing.
And I'm not just ogling hipster legs in short nylon shorts.
If you're gonna call the cops on soccer players, then you need to also call on yuppie parents with their tall imports as well.
There is a lot of pissing territory there. Can't we all just get along?!