Next Victim ...

This was from the announcements on 01/25/10 about 01/22/10 game against Richardson:

Last Friday night, 5A Richardson High School, was dethroned as they incurred the wrath of Coach Fennig’s Dedicated Disciples of Doom. The Eagles were shot down in their own stadium 2 to 1 and were left in dismay at our Raiders prowess and undefeated record.

Sunnyvale opened the scoring in the first half with the solo and mercurial effort of Tucker Ray, whose blinding speed down the right side, deep into Richardson territory set himself up for what is certainly a candidate for “goal of the year”. While at a full sprint, Tucker fired a right-footed shot, 90 degrees to his left, just before the end line, arcing the ball professionally over the tips of the keeper’s outstretched arms and gloves. The ball then sailed unimpeded along its majestic trajectory to the far post, where it ducked under the horizontal cross bar. With an audible “Dink!” the ball kissed the vertical bar, crossed the plane of the goal, and wrapped itself in the side net. The Raiders never looked back.

In the second half, Henry “Baby Hippo” Sales, shined with his first ever goal as a Raider. His perfectly placed header off a deflected shot left the Richardson defense frustrated and confused. Even Henry’s goal celebration was worthy of praise.


Richardson did manage to score a consolation goal late in the game but it was far too little, far too late.


If there were any serious threats to the Raider goal, they were quickly dispatched by the heroically defensive tactics of Matthew Kellogg and Michael Schiller.



Tonight, Coach Fennig and the Raiders soccer team march into Bishop Lynch stadium where the Friars will soon see the error of their ways

No Quarter---Not ONE!

As advertised last week, Coach Fennig's team did not offer even one quarter to the Richardson's soccer team. As he said, "Give no quarter!"

Two-Nil in the latter part of the game in favor of the overpowering Raiders of Sunnyvale, Coach Fennig allowed a "Mercy" Goal. He yells, "Freeze" and his team stops motion in the last position or posture they were in. Then in an act of kindness, being the gentleman that he is, the Coach hands out a GPS to the opposing team which enables them to find their way to the Sunnyvale goal.

Everyone left happy, Richardson was not shut out (Thank you Mr. Fennig)and the Raiders left undefeated.

Go Blue.

Coach Fennig and "The Unforgiven"

From Michael Fennig to his Dad...Oh..well I'll be...that's me:


Dad,
The Sunnyvale soccer team had a game last night in Commerce. This was the announcement that I composed this and was read to the high school:

Last night, the Raiders soccer team proved once again that they are a force to be reckoned with. The Commerce Tigers made a fatal error by scoring a cheap, initial goal, which only infuriated Coach Fennig’s squad. The Raiders responded by scoring three, unanswered goals in the second half, severely punishing Commerce for their grave mistake. The first goal was credited again to forward Tucker Ray, who professionally chested down a beautiful left cross from Isreal Quiroz, and set himself up for a perfectly placed shot, which soared just inches off the ground into the near corner, mesmerizing the keeper and the entire defense. Isreal Quiroz, whose skill alone wrought havoc all night long on the Tiger back line, silenced the Commerce bench with assistance from Tucker Ray’s precision pass from the right side, slotted home a sizzling left footed shot, which rendered the keeper’s lunging dive futile. If there was any doubt as to the superiority of the Sunnyvale squad, all questions were answered when Nils “The Swede” Randerz, took a direct free kick from mid-field (yes, MID-FIELD). The power and ferocity of the shot manifested itself as horror on the Commerce keeper’s face as he performed the obligatory yet innocuous, one-footed shuffle backwards, hoping in vain to redirect the earthbound missile. He was unsuccessful. The Raiders defense must also be credited for performing above and beyond expectations.

Next week, the Raiders take on Richardson High School, who last year took advantage of a fledgling Sunnyvale soccer team. Coach Fennig has since dubbed the Richardson soccer team “The Unforgiven” and has ordered “No Quarter”.

....South. Ravinia


I spoke to Darlene Richie on her birthday. At least I thought that was the one I was speaking to...I get mixed up with those Johnson girls. She was quick to point this out. She said, "I don't think you ever really learned our names." "Daion," I started, "Darlene," she corrected.
711 So. Ravinia Ave., an address that is forever etched into my memory. I practically lived there during my teen years. Wardell, Lucille, Don, Dale, Doyle, Vickie, Daion, Darlene....all part of my family yet the names of the girls escaped me, or for some reason I just could not keep them in order with their faces.
I told Darlene that it was not my fault that I forgot their names. In fact I didn't forget their names, I just couldn't attach the right names to the correct sister. There was Darlene, Daion and Vickie. No, that's not right. Vickie was first. Vickie? What 'th?
(i before e except after c)

Yesterday I sat in a booth at the Bamboo Palace chatting with Charles Richie, Darlene's husband.
The place was filling up quickly as the noon crowd moved in to take advantage of the authentic ancient Chinese buffet food such as the fried Asian chicken wings and "Ming Dynasty pot stickers."

Ancient Chinese music played overhead as CNN blared from the two 52" TVs competing with the authentic Chinese music. CNN told us of another shooting at a Federal Building.

Over the noise, I told Charles of my trouble with the Johnson girl's names, and the conversation I had with his wife, Darlene. I told him that I would probably blog about this soon. First, I added, I am going to memorize their names.

Then it happened!

Innocently, Charles said, "Stan, that's not their names. That is their middle names. Vickie is the only one who goes by her first name."

All sound ceased. The televisions turned themselves off. Chopsticks were dropped. Three undercover police officers shoved their chairs back and pulled their guns. All customers were frozen in time, mid-bite. Noodles hung in mid air.

Charles continued, "Stan, they are Vickie Dian, Linda Darlene and Wanda Daion. Just call them, Dian, Wanda and Linda...that way you won't forget."

Charles wiped his mouth with an ancient Chinese napkin and left.

Oh, eventually we all returned to normal. Guns were holstered, televisions came back on, chopsticks clacked, noodles dropped, biters bit, but no one ever spoke of that day again.