Today was odd. I woke up with a bruised heel that wasn't actually bruised, so I popped an advil, which is strange, because I rarely do that. I stayed home to get some studying done, but instead I managed some more vitally required things accomplished, such as phoning the vehicle inspections agency about my window tinting.
I was heading to a game and work today when I decided that I could do well with some pomegranate green tea. I cooked some up, then left nice and early. Using this new fancy thermos my dad acquired, I was pretty excited for a hot beverage on a chilly day.
Boy, was I ever wrong. I spilled near-boiling tea all over my chin, and now have some second-degree burns to show for it. I turned my car right around, washed up at home and did my best to find home remedies, and found I should go to the hospital. Needless to say, I didn't, and I feel at least forty times tougher for it. In addition, I didn't waste hours of my time. Course, the thing has stopped providing a steady stream of excruciating pain (it's at a numb stage), but I keep putting off the shower that will probably have me cursing.
I headed to work, then to a game. Before the game, I was getting pretty cold and pretty lethargic. I decided to press on, and play the game with a good warm up beforehand. It worked like a charm. I wouldn't quite call soccer a panacea, but it does cure second degree burns, broken hearts, and the common cold. I played offense for the first half, and defense for the second. The White Eagles were wading in our usual complacency today; we had problems that nobody got to the heart of.
The White Eagles. I'm top-right, and looking like Satan.
Which team's unofficial replica jerseys do we wear? Answer at end of blog.
On offense, I provided a target quite often, and a few passes to hit men on breakaways. Nothing really ever came from it. Maybe I should take people on more often? I've been recently playing with the philosophy that I should pass whenever somebody opens up, but it doesn't seem to work as well as I'd like. I had two chances on goal, my worst came when I got on the end of a very well-placed cross with my head, but I was too far from the net to try to just deflect it in, so I wound up and tried to hit that thing with all the head-power in the world. I arced it wildly over. For some strange reason, one of my pals genuinely commented on the arc afterwards, which I was confused by, because I wanted as little arc as possible. My closest chance at a goal today came with a loose ball in front of the opposition net, so I slid at it to poke it in. Unfortunately, an opposing player just kinda sauntered in front of the open net, and my 'shot' hit their leg and failed to cross the line.
At halftime, I noticed a black ooze coming from my leg, which was interesting I actually bled black. I thought I was pretty cool for that.
On defense, I decided to get communication going. I began by drawing out an opposing forward, then passing it with my partner in defense (yes, we still employ the 2-0-3). I gave him a quick lesson about exploiting gaps and running to it while we were playing, and my team strung 7 or 8 passes together, and marched quite well down the field. This is what I wanted from the team, and the fact that we did it once speaks volumes. It was the best we had done all game, let alone the entire time I've played with them. For a short while, we looked like we knew what we were doing.
I blocked plenty of shots and stopped a couple of 3-on-1s and countless 3-on-2s (another reason why we need midfielders), and decided to do some trick passing later in the game. Nothing too fancy, but just a couple behind-the-leg passes. I figured that we were on the bad end of a 6-0 defeat, so a horrible screw up really wouldn't have broken the game for us. Sure, it was a little vain of me, but why not?
Next game, I'm going to try and get my team to just take it easy and slowly and cleverly pass it upfield. My team's lying in wait for next weeks' game like hungry wolves, apparently we're against an absolutely horrid team of old men. This worries me, because not only are we a horrid team full of old men, but we have an air of delicate hope around us.
Next week could very well be a make-it-or-break-it affair, but in all reality, nothing can be made from it.
Answer: River Plate of Argentina.
I was heading to a game and work today when I decided that I could do well with some pomegranate green tea. I cooked some up, then left nice and early. Using this new fancy thermos my dad acquired, I was pretty excited for a hot beverage on a chilly day.
Boy, was I ever wrong. I spilled near-boiling tea all over my chin, and now have some second-degree burns to show for it. I turned my car right around, washed up at home and did my best to find home remedies, and found I should go to the hospital. Needless to say, I didn't, and I feel at least forty times tougher for it. In addition, I didn't waste hours of my time. Course, the thing has stopped providing a steady stream of excruciating pain (it's at a numb stage), but I keep putting off the shower that will probably have me cursing.
I headed to work, then to a game. Before the game, I was getting pretty cold and pretty lethargic. I decided to press on, and play the game with a good warm up beforehand. It worked like a charm. I wouldn't quite call soccer a panacea, but it does cure second degree burns, broken hearts, and the common cold. I played offense for the first half, and defense for the second. The White Eagles were wading in our usual complacency today; we had problems that nobody got to the heart of.
The White Eagles. I'm top-right, and looking like Satan.Which team's unofficial replica jerseys do we wear? Answer at end of blog.
On offense, I provided a target quite often, and a few passes to hit men on breakaways. Nothing really ever came from it. Maybe I should take people on more often? I've been recently playing with the philosophy that I should pass whenever somebody opens up, but it doesn't seem to work as well as I'd like. I had two chances on goal, my worst came when I got on the end of a very well-placed cross with my head, but I was too far from the net to try to just deflect it in, so I wound up and tried to hit that thing with all the head-power in the world. I arced it wildly over. For some strange reason, one of my pals genuinely commented on the arc afterwards, which I was confused by, because I wanted as little arc as possible. My closest chance at a goal today came with a loose ball in front of the opposition net, so I slid at it to poke it in. Unfortunately, an opposing player just kinda sauntered in front of the open net, and my 'shot' hit their leg and failed to cross the line.
At halftime, I noticed a black ooze coming from my leg, which was interesting I actually bled black. I thought I was pretty cool for that.
On defense, I decided to get communication going. I began by drawing out an opposing forward, then passing it with my partner in defense (yes, we still employ the 2-0-3). I gave him a quick lesson about exploiting gaps and running to it while we were playing, and my team strung 7 or 8 passes together, and marched quite well down the field. This is what I wanted from the team, and the fact that we did it once speaks volumes. It was the best we had done all game, let alone the entire time I've played with them. For a short while, we looked like we knew what we were doing.
I blocked plenty of shots and stopped a couple of 3-on-1s and countless 3-on-2s (another reason why we need midfielders), and decided to do some trick passing later in the game. Nothing too fancy, but just a couple behind-the-leg passes. I figured that we were on the bad end of a 6-0 defeat, so a horrible screw up really wouldn't have broken the game for us. Sure, it was a little vain of me, but why not?
Next game, I'm going to try and get my team to just take it easy and slowly and cleverly pass it upfield. My team's lying in wait for next weeks' game like hungry wolves, apparently we're against an absolutely horrid team of old men. This worries me, because not only are we a horrid team full of old men, but we have an air of delicate hope around us.
Next week could very well be a make-it-or-break-it affair, but in all reality, nothing can be made from it.
Answer: River Plate of Argentina.
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