An old Italian dude once nicknamed me Maradona. I don’t know, maybe it was because in my twenties I played like I was high on cocaine. Come to think on it, I did everything like I was skiing the Mexican alps. I guess that’s why I can be thankful I never tried the stuff, I was terrified my head would explode.
So we lost that great player today and I got to hit the pitch and feel like the world wasn’t upside down for 50 minutes.
It’s getting harder to find soccer without arbitrary rules imposed by losers who couldn’t keep up with the slowest players I know. I’m blessed to still get chances to play normally and improve my health while having more fun than most people allow themselves.
Thank you to all my teammates and those special individuals who keep hitting me up to play.