What a bad way to start the week. (Or end the week, depending on whether you think it starts on Sunday or Monday.)
I’ve been playing on a co-ed soccer team called “Mad Dogs” for about 3 1/2 years now. As a defender, I rarely have the opportunity to score a goal—it’s usually more important to keep the other team from running up the score—but the indoor winter leagues have a shorter field, so I’ve made a couple runs during the last few weeks. I keep thinking, “This could be the week. I could put the ball in the back of the net this time.” Today, I was right. I scored my first goal in 3 1/2 years. And it went in the back of the wrong net.
The other team had a corner kick, so the girl booted the ball down the line right towards the goal. I was the closest player to it, so I ran up to try and knock it away. Unfortunately, I had my body turned in a way so that instead of the ball bouncing back towards the corner, it deflected off my shoulder and directly into the goal. That’s when I said a bad word. It was… well, I did it in the bathroom about ten minutes before the game started (and no, it wasn’t the “f-word”, ya perverts…).
On a positive note, the Super Bowl was tonight! I was really tired and slept through the first half, but thankfully, we’ve got a VCR—I know, I live just a few years past the Stone Age—so I’ll have plenty of time to watch the commercials later. I have to say, my favorite was [insert a good one here]. It made me laugh, it made me cry and it made me hungry for more salsa con queso. With all three of those at the same time… life is good…
