Before I begin, let me just say that many, many of the people I've spoken to really doubt the severity of the swine flu, me being at the forefront of it. I've wanted to contract it, in order to prove to everybody that it's really not that bad (he's just misunderstood, I suppose).
Looks like my wish might just come true. These past couple days I've had some typical symptoms, aside from a truly noticeable rise in temperature. Of course, this could be any number of things, but with the amount of contact I get with people, I wouldn't doubt that is indeed H1n1. It's not big deal though, everybody, I intend on playing soccer and writing from the grave, if that's where I end up. For my one fan, it'll be like I never left. One fan. Wow. I feel like Flight of the Conchords.
At any rate, I played two games last night, and was abnormally tired by the second game. Mind you, this is probably because I played the entirety of the first and 90% of the second. In the first game, I scored two in a 5-4 loss with a team that I am "officially" a member of, called Off in the Woods. If you're wondering about the name, hilarity is supposed to ensue when another team beats us. Ha.
My first goal was a neat little dummy that a girl set up by saying "take it" as I ran by her. Indeed, I took it, and slotted into the far post from an extremely tight angle on a net two meters wide. The second was inspired by my good English chap Hadley, who called me Ronaldinho as I dribbled (either through the air or on the ground) through a crowd of people. I shot once, got the rebound, and shot againthrough a wad of people and scored. I felt like the good old Brazilian for a short while. That goal put us ahead, and then they countered with two goals to win.
The final game of the night was with the Wannabees, who wanted to play because they had four girls and a goalie. I obliged, even though the team we played was The Soccer Team, another one of my "official" teams. The Wannabees won 5-1, two of the goals were mine, and I think I assisted the three other taps ins that were had. The first goal was a dime-a-dozen dribble and shoot from a not-so-far distance. The second, however, was a piece of brilliance.
Their goalie (and a science teacher at my former high school) ran parallel from his net to clear a ball, and he cleared it right to me, at half (roughly 15 meters away in that puny gym). I took two touches - the first, I kneed it with my left leg over to my right foot, and then volleyed it without it touching the ground. Like a child on his first tricycle, it went hard and fast to the target.
Both goals I felt guilty about. The Wannabees certainly at it up though, we/they've improved since their first season's finish (last).
Looks like my wish might just come true. These past couple days I've had some typical symptoms, aside from a truly noticeable rise in temperature. Of course, this could be any number of things, but with the amount of contact I get with people, I wouldn't doubt that is indeed H1n1. It's not big deal though, everybody, I intend on playing soccer and writing from the grave, if that's where I end up. For my one fan, it'll be like I never left. One fan. Wow. I feel like Flight of the Conchords.
At any rate, I played two games last night, and was abnormally tired by the second game. Mind you, this is probably because I played the entirety of the first and 90% of the second. In the first game, I scored two in a 5-4 loss with a team that I am "officially" a member of, called Off in the Woods. If you're wondering about the name, hilarity is supposed to ensue when another team beats us. Ha.
My first goal was a neat little dummy that a girl set up by saying "take it" as I ran by her. Indeed, I took it, and slotted into the far post from an extremely tight angle on a net two meters wide. The second was inspired by my good English chap Hadley, who called me Ronaldinho as I dribbled (either through the air or on the ground) through a crowd of people. I shot once, got the rebound, and shot againthrough a wad of people and scored. I felt like the good old Brazilian for a short while. That goal put us ahead, and then they countered with two goals to win.
The final game of the night was with the Wannabees, who wanted to play because they had four girls and a goalie. I obliged, even though the team we played was The Soccer Team, another one of my "official" teams. The Wannabees won 5-1, two of the goals were mine, and I think I assisted the three other taps ins that were had. The first goal was a dime-a-dozen dribble and shoot from a not-so-far distance. The second, however, was a piece of brilliance.
Their goalie (and a science teacher at my former high school) ran parallel from his net to clear a ball, and he cleared it right to me, at half (roughly 15 meters away in that puny gym). I took two touches - the first, I kneed it with my left leg over to my right foot, and then volleyed it without it touching the ground. Like a child on his first tricycle, it went hard and fast to the target.
Both goals I felt guilty about. The Wannabees certainly at it up though, we/they've improved since their first season's finish (last).
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