Kick in the dick in the balls.

I forgot how much I love playing soccer. That game is just fun. It's more fun that ultimate frisbee. Or disc golf. Soccer. It lets you get all your aggression out. Gives you a focus for it. Gets your blood pumping. There's nothing quite like the feeling of the grass ripping up under your cleats as you run down the field. Nothing quite like the sound of the ball bouncing off of your foot into the air. Nothing quite like the feeling you get when you intercept a ball at the last second and have it bounce back to hit them in the face.

Not that, you know, you do that on purpose.

It was a good game. And a good time coming back to find out a good test grade. Today was a good day. Soccer, grades, finally scheduled my exam. I have a good feeling about this week. I think it's going to be a good time. I feel different. I feel... good.

I'm excited.

Comments

Spen said…

this is all quite true!

September 30, 2009 at 10:09 PM

Side effects include constant irritability, being an ass.

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Pseudo-science (like psych).

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No, Holmes, no!

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everything is fine

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