Let me explain… because after this I think that some of you are concerned that my Southern-ness may be slipping away, bit by bit.
I met up with some friends down on the waterfront (attn Seattleites: 1/2 price food at Ivar’s) for happy hour last Thursday. They had a spot on their roster in a private league, so I said why not.
I don’t know if it was the Manny’s.
I don’t know if it was the fish & chips.
I don’t know if it was the sunset view.
I don’t know if it was our overwhelming new found love for the Sounders.
Either way, I said ‘yes’, an answer that would thoroughly amuse you should you know my fútbol history.
Basically, I played for 6 years as a kid. Went to summer camps and clinics. I’ve never scored a goal though I made all-stars with the reasoning that I was “good at defense”.
(I wasn’t that good.)
This “defense juggernaut” then moved into intramurals in college where (with the help of Coach Pettus and WWE’s Teddy DiBiase) won back-to-back championships. And, as Mr. Ash noted, I scored on 3 fluke goals… the first of my life.
I’m going to suck in this league… there’s no doubting this. But it’ll be fun and maybe I can shed a couple of pounds in the process.
When Chelsea’s not training for her half marathon, she’s vowed to attend our games, documenting my failure with both pictures and video.
At least yr not joining a dodgeball league. That is the lamest young professional move of all time.