"I don't have time to bear an olympic torch."

I know, I've neglected posting. Everything has been incredibly busy. I have a car once more, neat little Cavalier that feels more like a car years older than it is when you get into the driver's seat. Though I shouldn't complain - it is a convenience and pleasure to have, say the least. Also, my broke self managed to throw six dollars into the tank and make it through the city then back home with no worries, in spite of the light being on before. I'm excited to save money on gas. Perhaps I'll take a dividend of it and put that away somewhere?

Perhaps buying a laptop is the first order. I've wanted one for a while, and with my mobile existence, it would be quite a huge luxury.

In soccer news, if there were ever a week to mention that I'm more of an assisting player than a goalscorer, it would be this week.

There are a few games to mention. Tuesday, I played with two WRL teams, one named the Wife Beaters (The old Flood Minotaurs) and the ever-famous Wannabees. The Wife Beaters won 8-0, I scored once fairly easily, by just pulling a zico right near the opponent's net. It seemed to fool everybody, and I just poked it in. I assisted three more times.

For the Wannabees, we lost 6-3, but that is not the talking point of that match. A former player on other teams in WRL, Michele (A French fellow), and I had spoke, and it turns out he was on the youth team for Paris Saint-Germain. That's something else. I asked him what his biggest piece of advice was, and he cited "Monsieur Platini":

"First touch is the most important thing. If you have a good first touch, then you can do whatever you want with the ball."

He also said that Fabregas was in his mind the best player around, because of the fact that he looks and knows where he will pass before he even receives the ball.

Michele's idea of the best player.

Well, those are two things I should work on.

On Wednesday, Team Gigantic played a somewhat bad team called the Smurfs. In spite of them being a substandard team, we found ourselves down by one twice. Derek scored by (I'll generously call it) skillfully stomaching a ball into the net from a laser-fast shot. He almost also managed to walk a ball into the opponent's net using his height. Both events were pretty funny.

Also funny was when we were defending a lead in the last couple minutes, they pulled their goalie. I tried to take a free kick fast, but ended up slipping. The weird thing was is that it was their free kick after their goalie barreled over Jay. Also, I tried to take advantage of their goalie's reckless abandon by chasing down a long ball with my only opposition to an easy goal being a larger fellow. I ended up careening right into the boards, given me a bruise, which is surprising, because generally speaking, I rarely bruise. Of course, the bruise is now gone, but it was surprising none-the-less.

We ended up winning, in spite of some good play that almost set up a few goals.

Yesterday, I played Squash, Dodgeball, and Soccer, so needless to say, I'm sore in many parts today. I arrived at the AFC Soccer game late, and only got one shift, unfortunately. I played pretty horribly for that shift, and part of it involved me getting elbowed in the face. Such is life, I guess.