Only 16 games next month? Aww, peas.

So I played that game on a massively full stomach of food from one of my favourite restaurants, including soufflé, souvlaki, and duck rolls (what the..?).

Needless to say, it was delicious. During dinner, Carissa presented me with a lovely gift from her and Stephen. The present is absolutely wonderful, and it is a brand new authentic Chelsea jersey.

Maybe someday... (We can all dream, can't we?)

Also needless to say, eating ten minutes before a game is not a good idea.

We got beat 5-2, but we put up a fight. Unfortunately now, we're out of the playoffs for indoor. Ahh well. At least we tasted victory.

I was playing defensively after a while of no service, and blocked a few shots and a pass that was too much for my recently sprained ankle. I went off with intention to not re-injure it, but because my team was tired, I went on for a six minute shift to finish the game.

I suggested playing 1-3-1 next season with me at the back, and we'll see how that goes. It's viable, and I much prefer being in the play (we do find ourselves defending a lot), even if it is a 2/3 vs. 1. I suppose there's no better way to practice.

But there's always next season.