Darn decent day, today.
I've been crap with training and the diet though. That beings said, in spite of how it may sound, there is no diet or true training regime.
However, no favors are done to any sort of bodily mechanism when I get McDonalds for dinner. What else is open at 10 at night, though? I ought to start packing my own meals, really. It's too bad I enjoy packing light so much. As well, there are a ton of logistics to go with it all. I have to say, baby steps must be taken though. We'll start with these for a week, I suppose:
I've been crap with training and the diet though. That beings said, in spite of how it may sound, there is no diet or true training regime.
However, no favors are done to any sort of bodily mechanism when I get McDonalds for dinner. What else is open at 10 at night, though? I ought to start packing my own meals, really. It's too bad I enjoy packing light so much. As well, there are a ton of logistics to go with it all. I have to say, baby steps must be taken though. We'll start with these for a week, I suppose:
- Greasy food kept to an absolute minimum. The odd toad burger is fine, we'll say one cheat meal per week.
- Water is the only beverage that should be consumed. Inebriation counts as a cheat meal.
- No junk food, including snacks.
That should do for a week, I'll modify it at the end of the week. Training is difficult at the best of times, but I think regular games are enough for now. I'd like to use the school gym, but we'll see with time constraints and all.
The first (half) game was with a new team, sitting comfortably at the very bottom of division three. If any long-time viewers remember, I played in division 4 at the Highlander last winter season, and my team found it hard and sat on the bottom of the table. If I recall correctly (which I do), the White Eagles played them at one point in the "Battle of the Colored Animals". Due to bad attendance I was asked to come out, so I did, and played forward, which was really more of a free role.
The precession of events was strange, when it came down to it. Literally, I would get the ball, and nobody on their team would be able to do a thing. There were times where I'd take shot after shot for fun, their entire team would stand around. I scored on a left footed volley, a right footed volley, and a shot from the flank after I burned a defender. I had two assists as well, a left footed cross on a free kick to the far post that was headed in, and a ball I sent across the from of the net, right in front of it, for a tap-in.
When I left at half time, we were leading 7-0. We eventually won 12-1, and this stands as the greatest win margin thus far this season (in that league). The funny thing is that last week the very same two teams met, and my team was beaten 5-1.
Fun fact; I'm tied for 43rd on the scoring chart.
The first (half) game was with a new team, sitting comfortably at the very bottom of division three. If any long-time viewers remember, I played in division 4 at the Highlander last winter season, and my team found it hard and sat on the bottom of the table. If I recall correctly (which I do), the White Eagles played them at one point in the "Battle of the Colored Animals". Due to bad attendance I was asked to come out, so I did, and played forward, which was really more of a free role.
The precession of events was strange, when it came down to it. Literally, I would get the ball, and nobody on their team would be able to do a thing. There were times where I'd take shot after shot for fun, their entire team would stand around. I scored on a left footed volley, a right footed volley, and a shot from the flank after I burned a defender. I had two assists as well, a left footed cross on a free kick to the far post that was headed in, and a ball I sent across the from of the net, right in front of it, for a tap-in.
When I left at half time, we were leading 7-0. We eventually won 12-1, and this stands as the greatest win margin thus far this season (in that league). The funny thing is that last week the very same two teams met, and my team was beaten 5-1.
Fun fact; I'm tied for 43rd on the scoring chart.
Here are some of the more interesting stats. I don't believe the Goals Scored stat has been updated. Also note the routine drubbings Red Dogs have faced this season.At any rate, it was a good half game. The Chilly Willies game was the same in a different way; I also scored a hat trick, but had lost any sort of lustre. My three goals were as follows:
Fun fact; Twice, people complained about absolutely (and purposely) demolishing me on the field. Only once did the ref actually care, and he actually put up with the other guy saying that he was going to push me if I pushed him, which I didn't. It was (actually) just an out-classing (in more ways than one). The other ref yelled at my team's bench for protesting his terrible decision.
Curse my repertoire with referees. Apparently, I don't get calls because "I can bounce right back up". Go figure, no wonder I'm hurting†. Tune in next time for...
"Ridiculous Referees", or, "Greg is Dead because he is Fragile".
Same bad time, same bad URL†.
* - Please note that there are no impossible-to-miss distances in football. See: Scotland's Iwulemo.
† - I am actually hurting because I slid to block a ball, but fell on my ass much too hard. My left cheek is in severe discomfort.
‡ - Please note that the URL may change, due to the original URL being a mere placeholder for some fantastic idea that was eventually to stroll into my mind. Also, stay tuned for layout changes. Maybe.
- A tap into an empty from an impossible-to-miss distance*.
- A tapped in ball between an opponents legs while he struggled to clear the ball.
- A breakaway goal that was originally saved by the keeper, only to bounce off the guy running right behind me and into the top corner. The keeper was promptly tread on by his own player.
Fun fact; Twice, people complained about absolutely (and purposely) demolishing me on the field. Only once did the ref actually care, and he actually put up with the other guy saying that he was going to push me if I pushed him, which I didn't. It was (actually) just an out-classing (in more ways than one). The other ref yelled at my team's bench for protesting his terrible decision.
Curse my repertoire with referees. Apparently, I don't get calls because "I can bounce right back up". Go figure, no wonder I'm hurting†. Tune in next time for...
"Ridiculous Referees", or, "Greg is Dead because he is Fragile".
Same bad time, same bad URL†.
* - Please note that there are no impossible-to-miss distances in football. See: Scotland's Iwulemo.
† - I am actually hurting because I slid to block a ball, but fell on my ass much too hard. My left cheek is in severe discomfort.
‡ - Please note that the URL may change, due to the original URL being a mere placeholder for some fantastic idea that was eventually to stroll into my mind. Also, stay tuned for layout changes. Maybe.
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