Good news! I’m alive!
My brother Tom tricked me into playing indoor soccer. Tonight was our first game.
As expected, I was out of breath 90 percent of the time. Also true to form, I took a soccer ball to the face. I’d say it was the defensive play of the game.
Police sketch of ball that collided with my face
We had just enough people to field a team. We were all in for the entire game. No substitutions. When I saw 14 minutes remained in the first half, I said “fuuuuuuuuuck.”
Unluckily, my brain was swimming in a place between paint huffing and death, so I blacked out most of the second half. I’m not sure I could tell you we even played a second half at all.
In the end, I made it through the game. We tied. Somehow, I made it to the bar for a couple beers, drove home, got naked and took a shower, put clothes back on, got on my computer and typed this blog.
Tomorrow will be painful.
Congrats. also your site is wacky today
never mind about the site.
I stick to the REAL man’s soccer.
Foosball.
But then you don’t get to get all sweaty and nasty and take balls to the face and pay way too much money to play in the league. That’s no fun.
Honey, I am so sorry that I didn’t let you play more sports as a child. It breaks my heart that you have ended up like this. Please, no more balls to the face. Your teeth cost us a fortune. I agree with Matt, try foosball.