It’s Monday which means I played soccer tonight. Although I am nursing my usual post-game state of bodily disrepair, I'm satisified because our fall games have a different location…under the lights…on real grass.
That’s right. No more artificial turf until next spring. I hate that turf. This is perhaps the only matter upon which Beckham and I agree. “The next day you feel like you’re in bits!” Well said, Golden Balls. Well said.
Played my usual muck of central defender without much to note. Except...oh yeah - the lights never came on and we had to line up our cars to have the headlights illumniate the field a la Point Break. Odd tribute to Patrick Swayze, I suppose.