The problem is I'm 48 years old. Some of the other candidates are 24 yo, former development team, Div I varsity, or English semi pro (in 1 case) players, and JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST they are a little difficult to play against for EIGHT GODDAMNED HOURS in the HOT SUN. I mean sure they are more skilled, but the thing about players that have played at that level is that they have an intensity level that goes to eleven so every fucking exercise is at level 10 which gets to be a little tiring.
So yeah, physically, I am a whupped as I've ever been.
This is very exciting -- and it's always great to play with people who are better than you are. It forces you to play beyond what you believe you're capable of doing, and you will raise your game.
ReplyDeleteI'm not saying you should be trying to bend it like Beckham, but it sounds like fun.
This makes me want to go out and ride my bike with all the folks I know who are actual athletes.
Just be careful of your knees. A bad turn with your foot atop a gopher hole will end a lot more than your soccer game.
ReplyDeleteIt's two days later and I'm still sore.
ReplyDeleteThe kids put up with me cause they like my balls. I mean passes. I can lob one into where ever it needs to go, which isn't that common a skill.
We checked the field for gopher holes.
Good heavens! At 48 you'd have to be spry in that field of youngsters.
ReplyDeleteI thought a kid's soccer coach needed to deal with toxic parents, try to get the supertalented girl to enjoy playing even though the boys are jerks and she's just not that into balls, and make sure someone brings the oranges. When do you get to the care and handling of berserker dads and ruthlessly ambitious moms?
ReplyDeleteHuh. One of the things most old guys of 48 have learned is that it is far, far more productive to walk down the hill to visit all the cows instead of running down to visit just one.
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