almost forgot

i neglected to mention one part of the story from last night. the last play of the game i made a slide tackle that resulted in a battle wound the size of an index card on my left hip. i enjoy grossing out cindy, my roommate, so when i got home, i showed her. well, as penance for my inflated ego, she held me down and attacked me with peroxide. i screamed like a sissy girl...only with more creative language.

that's right, I am your daddy

after last week's miracle on the pitch, i thought my goal scoring was done for another few years. boy was i wrong. not only did i pull a beautiful assist out of my ass (crossed a ball off the outside wall to a running teammate who flicked it in) but i scored THREE goals. that's right bitches, i had a hat trick! i think i just doubled my career goals.

i have to admit though, only two were intentional. the third, i was just standing at the back post looking pretty when a teammate shot it at my right shinguard and it went in. total luck on my part. my teammate claims it was intentional from his standpoint, and with the talent this kid has, i don't doubt it.

And as if i don't already have an enormous running ego...
the opposing team had sent all of their players up so both the other forward and i checked back to help out on defense. it's middle of the second half and everyone is sucking wind. our keeper gets the ball in his hands and looks at me and so i go do what i do best...run. he drop kicks it down the field and as i'm cruising past our bench, i hear one of my teammates laughing and saying "i fucking love it...all you have to do it boot it and he'll run it down".

fast forward two minutes. same situation. i'm hauling ass down field again as the ball comes sailing over my right shoulder right at the goal. i beat everyone else down the field so it's me and the keeper. it's a race between me and him and i check off just as the ball is getting to him (yea, i could have had it, but i'm a big pansy). he looks at me at the last second, flubs the ball and it bounces back into the net...our keeper just scored. that's about as degrading as it gets.

so final score: 6-1 and i got to play a part in 5 of our goals. even the sun shines on a dog's ass someday. bonus points for anyone who can name what movie that's from.

fixing stuff and running

the stove at the store has been fixed. stupid 3-phase power. it's kind of funny when you're around people who don't know how to use a multimeter and you jam two metal probes into a big scary looking wall socket.
the toilet magically fixed itself. translation - it works now so i'll put off looking at it.
after two trips to home depot (only $3.00 spent) and a whole lot of choice words, the sink has been fixed. well, it doesn't leak anymore but for it to truly be fixed, i'll need a soldering iron.

so 3 down, two to go. i've got the temperer in pieces in my kitchen at home and should only take about an hour to fix and then another hour to put back together.
garage door is still busted and am clueless as to why.


running -
after consulting with zschiel today starts the hal higdon marathon training schedule. i'm going to try to do the intermediate 1 workout up until the triathlon. once that's over with, i'll switch over to advanced and see if i can't knock at least one thing off the life-checklist.