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Kazam El Magic***

Kaz is my new hero.
Today he claimed that i hadnt kicked a footy ball for years and yet he managed to get off an absolutely perfect kick. Now what do i mean by perfect kick? Let me explain…

It was a nice warm day. The light breeze rushed through our hair and had our shirts flapping. The perfect recipe for having a good time kicking a footy around at Victoria Park. Such a good day, that there was a fella laying down sun baking next to a pole in the middle of the park.

So Harrison, Ali, George and myself were just passing time by kicking the ball around.

A very ridiculously bad kick by George saw the ball somehow bounce into my hands. I paused and looked across the park. Bouncing the ball acouple of times as i decided who i was going to kick it to. Harrison, Ali or George?

As i scanned across the park i noticed a familiar face by a tree.

“KAAAAAZZZZ!!!!” I yelled out.

Kaz looked over to me, the distant figure yelling out his name.

I bounced the ball a few times, got into position and booted the ball into his direction. Of course my kick was very inaccurate which i will blame on the wind. Yes i will thank the breeze for providing me an excuse.

Kaz got up and lightly jogged over to where the ball had come to a rest.

He picked up the ball and tried to warn me about what was about to happen.

“I haven’t kicked a ball in years” Kaz said.

He released the ball from his hand and with one swift motion of his leg the ball had become airborne.

My initial reaction was “Ok not too bad” as the ball began to travel in my general direction. When suddenly the wind began to have its effect on the balls path. The more and more the ball curved away from me the more i began thinking to myself “This is going to be awfully close to that guy who is laying by that pole sun baking”.

What i should have done at this point was yell out “HEY!!! Man sun baking by the pole! Take guard!!!” but all that my mouth could do was pull a huge grin in anticipation for what i knew was going to happen.

*TING* Went the pole as it was firmly struck by the ball AND  *SMAAAACCCKKK*. The ball had bounced off the pole and hit the poor sun baking fella right on the forehead!

I remained in a very confused state. Should i appear apologetic for what had just happened or should i burst out laughing?!

My body was doing a very good job of trying to urge me to take the second option. However as the “sun baking man” stood up angrily and took out his ipod headphones from his ears i managed to somehow hold all of my laughing in for a moment and try to appear semi-apologetic on Kaz’s behalf.

He began to slowly walk over towards me in a very angry way. He appeared as though he wanted to “punch on” as Ali described it.  He obviously though that I was the one who kicked the ball.

I quickly put on my apologetic act  and said that i was sorry.

“Was that necessary?!?!” The angry guy said.

Once again i said that i was sorry. However on the inside my answer to his question was “No it wasn’t necessary. However you getting hit in the face by Kaz’s kick did make my day that little bit more amusing”

He managed the cool down and walk back to where he was sun baking.
I tried to walk away but all that i managed to be able to do was fall on the floor and burst out laughing quietly.

The thought of what his experience would have been was just too hilarious. The guy was sun baking so his eyes were closed so he couldn’t see the ball coming. The *TING* sound created by the connection between the ball and the pole would have shocked him into opening his eyes only to see a ball zooming right into his face!

So his experience would have been something like this.

*Blackness*
MMMmmm its such a beautiful day. I am laying here in victoria park sun baking and listening to my favourite songs on my iPod.
*Blackness*
MMMmmm its so peaceful here.

*TING*!!!!!!

*opens eyes*

!!!!!!!!!!  OH FUCK !!!!!!!

*SMACK* !!!!!

So i would like to give a toast to Kaz for an absolutely flawless kick which could never be repeated.  It should go in the guiness records.

He has now earned the nickname “Kazam El Magic***”


Comments

  1. Kaz says:

    Woopsie.

    The best bit was that, since the ball came straight off the pole and hit him in the far side of the head relative to me, he assumed that you guys had kicked him, not me. If I’d run off at that point, there might have been trouble.

    Somewhat embarassing, but I was killing myself laughing when I got back to my tree.

    Posted 2 years, 2 months ago


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