So I been tracking Osasuna’s new season dates nonstop these past weeks – fixture list dropped early last month an’ everybody’s buzzing. Wanted to sort my calendar proper before chaos kicks in.
Getting My Hands Dirty
First thing, I grabbed the official schedule PDF off their site – felt like hitting download while holding my breath. That baby loaded slow as hell. Once it opened, I scanned like a madman for the big games: El Sadar kickoff, derbies, end-of-season crunch. My coffee went cold doing this.
Next up: marking personal commitments. Pulled up Google Calendar right on my phone while smashing breakfast. Cross-checked every damn home match date against my nephew’s birthday, my mate’s wedding, that work conference – almost cried when I saw the Valladolid clash landed on anniversary day. Had to pencil “DO NOT BOOK ANYTHING” in bloody red.
Prepping Like Survival Mode
Time for kit chaos. Dug through my wardrobe like a raccoon – found my Osasuna scarves buried under hiking socks. Jersey from ’22? Grass stains all over. Threw everything into one heap for deep-cleaning weekend. Smelled like old sweat and memories.
- Ticket alert setup: Spammed every Osasuna notification bell possible – email alerts, Twitter push, even set phone reminders two days before presale windows. Ain’t missing out like last season.
- Cash stash: Started throwing spare euros into a cookie jar labelled “Matchday Beer.” Looks pathetic now but hey, €12 stadium pints add up.
- Route dry-run: Drove to El Sadar last Tuesday just to time parking & walk routes. Got stuck behind a tractor for 20 minutes – lesson learned: leave earlier.
When Life Punts Your Plans
Right when I thought I nailed it – bang. My boss dicks me around with sudden weekend shifts for July. Three home games scrubbed out. Had that ugly conversation yelling into my closet about “respecting fan loyalty.” Still lost two Saturdays.
Then my kid gets tonsillitis day before schedule launch. Spent launch night mopping fever sweats instead of analyzing fixtures. Felt like fate was laughing at me. Made a rant video in my car later – watch the eye bags if you ever see it.
It’s Ready-ish
Calendar’s pinned above my desk now – messy highlighters everywhere. Ticket alerts buzzing daily like angry bees. That cash jar’s half pasta shells but whatever. Still bitter about those missed games though.
Honestly? Planning’s a messy fight. But when August hits and I’m screaming in a sea of red at El Sadar, every stupid step’ll feel worth it. Maybe.