So I started playing soccer a couple weeks ago. Boy did my legs kill the day after my first game. My calves were tighter than Fat Albert wearing a size XXS. I wrote an email to Josh complaining on Monday. He said the second day is supposed to be worse. I emailed him on Tuesday, “Yooou’re right!” I really didn’t think I was going to recover by the second game but luckily I was up and running no holds barred save some residual slug from the bachelor party.
So highlights of my first two games of soccer (dare I say ever?)… Renee gets a fast break wide open down the field. I’m inbounding the ball with her in my sights. What happens you ask? I get so excited that I hurl the ball like a football. I guess I forgot what sport I was playing… Last night I was taking the ball down the field I trip up and I end up on the ground trying to get the ball from under me. Apparently you can’t kick the ball when you’re on the ground. And apparently break dance moves are illegal too. I kick ass at this game. Really I do..
It’s all good though. I got myself some soccer shoes tonight along with a nifty green shirt to wear. If I don’t play the part, I’ll at least look it.
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