Rock climbing is a puzzle with adrenaline. Golf is like climbing without the adrenaline, and bodily fatigue. Chess is like golf  and climbing, also a puzzle, but only for the mind. All three of these activities I've really been into over the last ten years, and then I met Mike and Betty...

They lured me in with an invitation to play on a team in a sport I had given up in fifth grade. Sure I tried to take it back up in high school but I couldn't make the team, and after such rejection I never considered playing it again until Betty said "You should talk to Mike about playing on our team,..."

Soccer is what I speak of and it really should be looked into by the D.E.A. because last Friday, after the game I was so wired I couldn't sleep. Actually it would seem that the affects of a good game and playing with a team as a whole unit really, well,... everyone should try it.

Actually I'm sad for only one reason, this buzz, this phenomenal high I can't share except in words with the two dealers of this narcotic, they call soccer, that hooked me, because they were at some dealer party concocting ways to hook young little kids on this sport.  

Twenty-two minutes and a few seconds on the clock and the whistle blows. Kick off is slow, the ball bounces around, and old people scurry around and I'm one of them. Tap the ball to Tom, Tom bounces it to Shannon and in it goes about one minute in. I'm thinking at this point, well that was quick, but I remember last sessions game with this team went just like this and we lost. Minutes 2-3 I got my run and passed to the center and in it went.

Blood has many sporadic qualities, but this time smelling it made the Red Runners course clear and defined. We saw time moving slower, the ball loved us, and the other team was too filled with an anger fueled by vengeance to mesh with the fabric of the soccer gods. This night was not like the first night I played. I had wings on my shoes. I dueled and won. Controlled and passed to the right person. I threaded the ball through Mooses' feet, took the ball from Merridona Man (who, incidentally wouldn't let me play on his team Mondays at Wall to Wall) many many times,  and as the "honorary, one night only" team captain felt the glory of every Red Runners feet as we floated over the astro-turf and kicked the other teams angry asses 7 to 2.  It would have been at least 10 to 2 if Mike and Melissa were there, add the "not really retired Betty" and we might have made the other team sell there shoes and shin guards on Ebay at the end of the night.

Soccer rocks.       

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