where's my walker...so i can beat you over the head with it?

monday night i began to think that i was getting old when i chose to not stop a ball going in the net and instead, prevent myself from having my head collide with the goalpost. last year and 2 concussions ago, i would have taken one for the team.

tuesday night i determined that maybe i'm not so old. a player on the opposing team threw an elbow at my head. i was pissed. i didnt' even hesitate when i swept his foot and more or less tackled the guy. needless to say, i was sent off the field for that one but so was he for throwing the elbow.

eventually, i cooled off and went and shook the guy's hand. all good. funny thing about soccer, i'm full of piss an vinegar on the field, but once off it, i'm a pretty passive guy.

i did manage to have our team's only goal tuesday night. sure, i've had a couple of assists dribbling the ball up the field, but last night, the seas parted and the moon was aligned. so i closed my eyes and ripped it as hard as i could. it bent right into the corner. i think i was more surprised than anyone else on the field.