Rotini.There you have it, folks. My recipe of the year is to cook these nice and soft, then grate some marble cheese over them, then use the microwave to melt the cheese. It's good, if it were to go on Greg's Feedbag, it'd be an easy 4, the only downside being the greasiness and lack of flavor-dynamism™ of it all. In fact, it will go on my feedbag. There. It is an excellent two-ingredient dish, though, and its simplicity should not be misunderstood.
If I were to put something bad on my feedbag, it'd have to be the Highlander's Grillhouse nachos. Man, those belong in the negatives. Not layered, very little given, very expensive, very greasy. Good enough though? 1.5 out of five. Maybe not. Even though they call it a grillhouse, it's just a restaurant with a view of the ice rinks and indoor soccer field, which actually makes it fairly decent.
At any rate, tonight's game against Red Dogs FC went well. We won 6-2, and I scored twice and assisted once. As well, I set up another scoring play. I went into the dressing room claiming that we had statistics on our side (see: previous post), so Mike appointed me coach for the game. I made the lineups and did some halftime changing, and offered a place for them to practice - turns out now I'm going to be the coach, unofficially. I've got some drills planned, and strategies worked out. This should be a good time.
My first goal was the typical 'wait in the box for that scrum of people to have a ball pop out of them, then shoot'. Easy stuff, just complete the triangle and you're set. My second was a breakaway caused by challenging a guy with a bad first touch. The ball got stuck between my legs, so I hopped once to get by him, then unleashed a shot through the goalkeepers' legs. My assist involved beating three people down the flank, then just squaring it for a smart teammate that came in for the tap in after the goalie somewhat committed.
I was told after the game that I'm one of the better finishers on the team, and that I shouldn't pass it so much. Go figure.
You know what's a shame? Forgetting something important that you discovered about yourself a few hours ago. I was in my car, and it hit me like a brick wall. It was either about my love life, or more likely, about soccer. Ahh well. Maybe one day it'll come back. I need a pad of paper.
If I were to put something bad on my feedbag, it'd have to be the Highlander's Grillhouse nachos. Man, those belong in the negatives. Not layered, very little given, very expensive, very greasy. Good enough though? 1.5 out of five. Maybe not. Even though they call it a grillhouse, it's just a restaurant with a view of the ice rinks and indoor soccer field, which actually makes it fairly decent.
At any rate, tonight's game against Red Dogs FC went well. We won 6-2, and I scored twice and assisted once. As well, I set up another scoring play. I went into the dressing room claiming that we had statistics on our side (see: previous post), so Mike appointed me coach for the game. I made the lineups and did some halftime changing, and offered a place for them to practice - turns out now I'm going to be the coach, unofficially. I've got some drills planned, and strategies worked out. This should be a good time.
My first goal was the typical 'wait in the box for that scrum of people to have a ball pop out of them, then shoot'. Easy stuff, just complete the triangle and you're set. My second was a breakaway caused by challenging a guy with a bad first touch. The ball got stuck between my legs, so I hopped once to get by him, then unleashed a shot through the goalkeepers' legs. My assist involved beating three people down the flank, then just squaring it for a smart teammate that came in for the tap in after the goalie somewhat committed.
I was told after the game that I'm one of the better finishers on the team, and that I shouldn't pass it so much. Go figure.
You know what's a shame? Forgetting something important that you discovered about yourself a few hours ago. I was in my car, and it hit me like a brick wall. It was either about my love life, or more likely, about soccer. Ahh well. Maybe one day it'll come back. I need a pad of paper.
2 comments:
fuck i've told you that before. stiop looking for the ridiuclously hard passes all the time and fire a shot or two at the net. if i had the ball in the spots you get it to, fuck yea you let go a howitzer. you guys get these great looks then pass a crazy hard pass tyo jay who has no angle. i don't get it sometimes
I'm not confident enough in my shooting, I suppose, or maybe I'm too preoccupied looking like a ball hog.
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