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It's funny, the roles you play in different teams.

For White Eagles, I'm a coach, and somewhat of a leader.
For Team Gigantic, one of a few leaders, and I'm pretty loud.
For The Beans, I'm somewhat reserved, and I keep quieter than usual (especially when focused).
For Fury, I'm the young, energetic, positive, but not relatively skillful player.

The baseline of my temperament remains the same: I am generally quiet when I am focused, non-confrontational, supportive, and understanding. I find it odd how who you surround yourself with affects who you are, and even how you play.

Generally, my play style is to defend deep, and offensively run hard, get open, and try to catch the opponent on the break. I am a counter-attacker. I try to play like this for Fury, but with more defending, and much more play making (due to the small gym size, opponents get back quickly). With Team Gigantic, I play like this, but with a lot of counter-attacking. Perhaps it has something to do with field size, but I do prefer the Coverall for my attacks. With the Eagles, I try a lot more linking up and third-man running type play, because I feel we need that sort of support in the midfield. For The Beans, counter-attacking is difficult in the gyms, like with Fury, so I try a lot more play making.

Maybe it's not the team, but perhaps field size? Most likely both - I recall playing as a central defender for Eagles outdoor, and a counter-attacking striker for Team Gigantic outdoor.

At any rate, my conundrum still continues about where my best position is. Some say striker, others say attacking or defending midfield. Others say second striker, others say on the wing. Who knows.

Fury scraped a win tonight, with a scoreline of 5-4 against a really good team of fit, young, physical, skillful players. I scored our first by managing to get behind their defense unnoticed to slide the ball in the net, but I was at fault for one of their goals, and partially at fault for one of our own (the ref missed a call, everybody stopped, the ball was taken from me). I did help set up a couple others, though, and I think I learned a lot that game about defending, particularily against strong players with good moves.

Jahan, our team's captain, coach, and league manager, invited me to play at an indoor field close to my own area of the city country, called Skylight. I did a bit of schedule research, and that the team is named AFC Soccer, and resides in the second division, which, oddly enough, is the top division for that establishment. I like the name. It is slightly redundant, but a good joke (Athletic/Football Club Soccer) if it was meant to be that. I'm not sure if he invited me out because he figures I need practice, or if he thinks I can help his team out (in an 'important' game). Either way, I'm glad to do it.

The Skylight amidst a Manitoba winter, followed by the interior. I was surprised when I saw that it actually had a skylight. I'm not sure what I was expecting.

The unfortunate side of it all is that I commited to both a practice with Fury Wednesday and the game Friday before realizing I have two games of my own on those nights - Eagles and Team Gigantic respectively. I believe that they don't overlap, though, but it's going to be a tiring week:

Tuesday: Beans' game, possible Wannabees' game.
Wednesday: Practice and Eagle's game.
Thursday: An exam.
Friday: Jahan's team's game, Team Gigantic game

Five to six possible games in four nights will have me drained. I would have an exam Tuesday as well, but the class is honestly a write-off. It was a tough school term for me, I had to sort a lot of things out with myself. It started nice and strong, but things just piled on. However, I'm doing pretty well now. I promise to myself that I will do my very best next term. I am setting a standard of every course being at least a B, and at least three having As.

In other news, I was refered to an excellent sounding job from Cara, one of the best female soccer players I know. The job is as a full-time soccer camp instructor for kids. I will most definitely want that job, because I love soccer, I handle and can put up with kids well, and will get a ton of physical activity out of it. Somebody please remind me - I'm bound to forget. Oddly enough, Carissa mentioned to me today that Stephen wanted to coach a youth team with me next summer. I'm excited for that as well. And apparently, Carissa is excited to leap right back into collecting Pokemon cards, bless her heart for being so strange.

I also learned from Cara and her friend the directions to Skylight, which were drewn up haphazardly at best. I did enjoy the map though, with it's pink highlighter tone and "choo choo" denoting a train on the nearby tracks adding a certain je ne sais quoi. After speaking with them during my job as a dodgeball referee, my dad and I drove out to where the Skylight is. Cara's opinion of the place is that it is dumpy, but I found the hobbit-esque exterior and claustrophobic interior to my taste, until I heard the buzzer for half-time - which was quite literally taken right out of an old house alarm system. At that point, like a quirky girlfriend who you just found out likes to bite, cute turns to strange, but the object of affection in question still remains (somewhat/how) charming.

Also, you may have noticed that I have adopted proper apostrophe usage. That's not to say I did not know it before, but now I just feel the need to be proper and correct. It still might take a while to ignore the fact that (for example) "Greg's cold" could refer to the fact that I am cold (or heartless), or it could be my sickness, which is a cold. I suppose contextualization matters. Maybe I'm searching for grammatical trouble here, but in all actuality, seeing the apostrophe really makes me think of contractions as opposed to possession. If you haven't already noticed, I am I big fan of contractions. Perhaps it's the English in me.

Speaking of, I delved into my family's lineage today. As it turns out, I'm a quarter each of English, Ukrainian, and German, but eighths of Welsh and Austrian. This is slightly different from my original suspicion that the shared quarter was English and Welsh, as opposed to Welsh and Austrian. Just a little curio for you. It also explains today's blog title, which, if you haven't noticed, is something weird or funny normally said to me recently. I had no idea when my dad called me this, but it makes a fine title.

As well, I'm starting a new tag called "strange ideas". For these "strange ideas", I'll deliver a short, concise idea of mine that usually results from a shower think-fest, looking out a car window for too long, or long chain of thought.

Today's strange idea is that I ought to improve my peripheral awareness. To do this, I am going to construct an exercise involving throwing a ball and catching it without really looking directly at it. Who knows, maybe it could help.

Finally, Derek, your icey street put my car out of commission for a few days. On the upshot, I'm finally getting my alignment fixed. Thanks?