My soccer season at IBM ended a few weeks ago. At one of the games near the end of the season I happened to be in the right place at the perfect moment, and with a great amount of luck, shot a goal to the top-left corner of the net. I was so excited, as you can imagine, since I normally play a defensive position, that I was tempted to grab the front of my shirt and lift it up over my head and go screaming up the field. My better judgment kicked in and I left my shirt on. I’d like to say that my contribution to the offense made a difference but it didn’t. Our team has seen better seasons than this one.
In the last game of the season, I had a bit of a collision with the opposing forward and my ankle is swollen, green, and causing a severe amount of whining to spew from my mouth. Poor Jeana has to listen to me complain about it constantly.
I didn’t know you were on a soccer team – good job!