Saturday report

No surveillance equipment at The Monitor's garage sale. He had a few overpriced things and lots of baby items that I guess he was selling for his daughter. He must have put an ad in the paper (Of course he did) because our street was a parade route from about 7:30 until I left for soccer at noon.

Soccer went pretty well. It reminded me of this story from a couple weeks ago.

Two weeks ago, I was scheduled as an Assistant Referee for my daughter's game. I was happy to see that the center ref for that game was a great guy named John, who taught me all I know about refereeing, but I like him anyway. I was surprised to see him because I thought he was moving to Texas.
We met before the game and he explained that he would be moving soon- in fact, his soccer gear was all packed up, which meant his ref watch was packed. He asked me if I had a way to keep time, and I replied that yes, I did. I showed him the fancy ref's watch that I got as a thank-you gift for working Soccerfest last year. This watch has a countdown timer, a count-up timer, a stopwatch, a clock, an alarm and a bunch of other crap I can't figure out how to use. Knowing that John is a supersmart guy, I asked him if he knew how to set the timer for 25, 35, and 45 minute halves. He showed me how, and I was pretty impressed. Since I was scheduled to center ref a game after my daughter's, I would have an easier time keeping track of time. "Thanks!" I said, then I headed to the opposite sideline to put my bag down or something.
Right before the game, I asked him," Okay, how do you want me to let you know that we are getting close to halftime?" And he told me that I didn't have to worry about it because he had borrowed someone else's watch.
It wasn't until about 3 hours after I got home that I realized that he wanted to borrow my watch. An AR doesn't need to keep time, I had no use for my watch for that game. What an idiot I was, and now John has moved to Texas and he and I will never have the chance to laugh together about how dense I was.