I suppose, with yesterday and today's games, I should do yesterday's first.
On Tuesday, I played three of the four games at work. All three were largely uneventful, and the last was one I ought to have been reffing anyway.
When I say largely uneventful, aside from some assists and such, there was one occurrence. I chipped a tooth.
Many might think, "Oh, well, it's small, so whatever."
Yes and no.
Yes, in the sense that it can be fixed. Also yes, in the sense that it can be fixed.
No, in the sense that I hate having "permanent fixes" in my mouth. It just doesn't feel like the real thing. I'm not sure why, but I've always been a purist in those regards. If you know me well, you may know that I'm not a fan of tattoos, piercings, et cetera. I feel like some old grandpa at times with my beliefs, but I suppose there's a decent reason. My feelings used to be way stronger, but in recent months they've abated. Maybe I just don't care as much anymore.
Anyways...
I bloody well hate damaging my teeth, but I suppose I cut a pretty understanding character when I just said "Ow" then spit out a chunk of tooth. A small one, at that, but nevertheless, a part of my tooth. I'll go to the dentist's to cap it up tomorrow, or something, but I'll most likely postpone it weeks.
Perhaps not though, I am a pretty vain person, and I do recognize that the last time I was at the dentist's office, I was fully anesthetized, and decided that after my wisdom teeth were removed, I could walk out of the office without help from the nurse. And that I could drive.
Thankfully, my dad was there, and didn't let me drive.
Anyways...
My dental agenda is to get everything fixed up after my soccer "career" is done. Braces, filings, hopefully no fillings, and all that stuff. Here is a fun collection of dental Greg facts for you:
The damage came from a stray ball kicked by one of those girls who just lashes at the ball with her arms pressed against her chest in the fashion that her softly closed hands are inches from a chin home to a quivering look of worry. Other damage included a bit tongue, a sprained jaw, and my ego.
Figure that one out.
In fact, figure out everything I just posted.
In other news, the rest of the soccer that night was pretty dull, aside from teams bothering me to see the chipped tooth which I was ashamed to show them, and a pretty rough game at the end of the night. All three teams I played on lost. Do I ever hate small nets.
On Tuesday, I played three of the four games at work. All three were largely uneventful, and the last was one I ought to have been reffing anyway.
When I say largely uneventful, aside from some assists and such, there was one occurrence. I chipped a tooth.
Many might think, "Oh, well, it's small, so whatever."
Yes and no.
Yes, in the sense that it can be fixed. Also yes, in the sense that it can be fixed.
No, in the sense that I hate having "permanent fixes" in my mouth. It just doesn't feel like the real thing. I'm not sure why, but I've always been a purist in those regards. If you know me well, you may know that I'm not a fan of tattoos, piercings, et cetera. I feel like some old grandpa at times with my beliefs, but I suppose there's a decent reason. My feelings used to be way stronger, but in recent months they've abated. Maybe I just don't care as much anymore.
Anyways...
I bloody well hate damaging my teeth, but I suppose I cut a pretty understanding character when I just said "Ow" then spit out a chunk of tooth. A small one, at that, but nevertheless, a part of my tooth. I'll go to the dentist's to cap it up tomorrow, or something, but I'll most likely postpone it weeks.
Perhaps not though, I am a pretty vain person, and I do recognize that the last time I was at the dentist's office, I was fully anesthetized, and decided that after my wisdom teeth were removed, I could walk out of the office without help from the nurse. And that I could drive.
Thankfully, my dad was there, and didn't let me drive.
Anyways...
My dental agenda is to get everything fixed up after my soccer "career" is done. Braces, filings, hopefully no fillings, and all that stuff. Here is a fun collection of dental Greg facts for you:
- I had a small cover-like-object placed over a front tooth as a child because of some discoloration.
- The only other time I've had chipped teeth was the result of trying to backflip off a tube that was being pulled by a boat going a handful of kilometers an hour. I chipped both front teeth (central incisors).
- On one of my lateral incisors, I have what looks like a small "L" that might also be a chip. It's strange, because it's on the face, not a corner. I was always suspicious of my sister carving it on me when I was younger, as her name starts with "L"; Lindsey.
- I required four days of healing and no pain killers while healing from my wisdom teeth surgery. The two more annoying parts of the procedure were that I got rice stuck in the gaps left behind the day after, and that I coughed up a piece of bloody gauze a couple days after that. I do realize, I had it good compared to many who get their wisdom teeth removed.
The damage came from a stray ball kicked by one of those girls who just lashes at the ball with her arms pressed against her chest in the fashion that her softly closed hands are inches from a chin home to a quivering look of worry. Other damage included a bit tongue, a sprained jaw, and my ego.
Figure that one out.
In fact, figure out everything I just posted.
In other news, the rest of the soccer that night was pretty dull, aside from teams bothering me to see the chipped tooth which I was ashamed to show them, and a pretty rough game at the end of the night. All three teams I played on lost. Do I ever hate small nets.
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