Its amazing what watching real athletes will make people do. I remember when Lance was going for his 6th tour I got a bike, granted a mtn bike but still a bike. I can remember when I was younger in St. Louey when wimbledon and the french open would hit in the summer my brother and I (Concerned) would go hit the tennis court. And pretty much all summer I have the desire to go throw a baseball around, granted no one around to throw one too, AK's tries to catch it but she's a little weak on the throwing arm.
Well tonight capitalizing on some of the soccer fame of the old World Cup I teamed up with some of the Catacombs/Coptix folks. It was a lot of fun but man I'm A. out of shape B. out of soccer shape C. very fat D. Right handed E. short F. was a history major. G. I'm just making up random excuses at this point...
Luckily I wasn't the only one, but nevertheless its kind of funny (some would find it depressing but I tend to laugh at myself) to see how much my body doesn't do what it used to. My mind thinks it can run fast, kick ball, score goal, stop ball; but my body says pass the doritos, sit down on the couch, and watch the Italians do it. Nevertheless since the field is across the street from the old homestead I hope to make it a regular thing.
I was just sort of reminising last week with the wife how it was fun at covenant when blackwatch and jungle... and her (she was on gallery), would go down to the ashe gym to play indoor soccer. I mean we played almost every other night. We had to stop for some reason, i think the basketball team wanted to start practicing more, even though we informed them it wouldn't do them any good. We tried playing in the new gym for a while, but it was bigger and used more for basketball thus playing the length of the gym was impossible with pick up basketball always going on. That and a former soccer coach who will remain nameless though I hear he cross many men yelled at us a few times for kicking the ball above the cinderblocks. I remember him yelling at me one time and I yelled back, "Do you think I'm doing it on purpose? I'm aiming for the goal, but I'm not that good." He couldn't argue with that.
Yeah its kind of neat how real sports folks inspire us to get off our duffs and do something. I remember the time when the Torino Olympics were on, man I loved that Biatholon. So i got some fence pickets and tied them to my shoes, went in the back yard took my shot gun out and started shooting. Luckily I only grazed my neighbor... a few times and the cops let me off with time served.
Posted by holtonian at July 12, 2006 09:27 PM | TrackBack