After a long hiatus of 7 years, i'm back to playing soccer again. My sister told me about a rec. league some of her friends are in, so I joined their team. It is pretty recreational, but surprisingly I am not very good myself either. It seems that my skills have either deteriorated or weren't that great to begin with. :) Either way, it's just fun. And I do score some goals occasionally as well. :)
Our last game, however, wasn't exactly the garden of dreams. I accidentally tripped, and while my hand was on the ground, an opposing player stepped on it. With her cleats. We both heard a "Crunch"... But I can still move my fingers, and the swelling is going down now after a couple days. Funny how you never think of hurting your hand while playing soccer. After all these years...
Here's what an un-injured hand looks like on me:
And then there's this one:
2 comments:
sister...you and your hand injuries. ugh...it looks much worse than i was imagining in my head...and the non-chalant way you described it.
also...i love that you used the phrase, "Garden of Dreams"...and that we've been there!
i've been playing rec. volleyball. the first week, i did a vball 101 spiel for all those that might not have a clue, and then proceeded to play like i had no clue...
playing sports in your 30s....a way to tackle any pride issues we might have?? sorry 'bout your hand, thanks for the post card.
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