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April 6, 2004
ass melding
I survived practice this evening, and even had fun doing it. The sprinting and the running drills weren't too bad, but the telling part was my anaerobic recovery time, which is at a definite all-time low. You know your ae recovery is bad after a quick sprint to tackle or get the ball, then you have to do it again and the muscles in your legs just say "no." Jelly, much like jelly. At one point my glutes felt like they were morphing together into a single unit, which would be bad for future dates. But they just felt like it, they didn't really meld together as I had feared. It was just a cramp in my undersprinted ass.
I was surprised to hear more than a few "welcome backs" from the small group of players I know that are still on the team. I didn't think anyone had noticed. It was good to see Rai, who dubbed my car the "Escape Pod" because it looked like a Ford Escape and I used it to escape the Death Star during my breakup way back when, and he took me in for a few weeks.
It felt good to run and play with a purpose again. I just feel like a hampster on a wheel at the gym, and that gets old. I gotta exercise for a purpose, or it just isn't fun. There were at least 30 players, many of them quite good. The match against the NY team is in two weeks. One veteran said that we are going to beat them, but as I recall the last time they were pretty pissed that they lost, and I thought they put up a good fight. I don't think it will be an easy match, as they are hungry for a win against us. I'm hosting one of their members, Mr. Minxy, who I have never met but have been e-mailing for quite a while. I got him addicted to rugby like Whitney is to crack. Rugby is for poor people. We don't do that. Rugby is whack.
Fitz and Will: you have been summoned. You are encouraged to come to the match against the New York Gotcham Knights. It is high time you come to a match, and the team president says so too. If I play at all, it'll be on the B-side, which is fine according to my jelly ass' complaints at the moment. I'm currently waiting for my laundry to get done so I can take a shower without blasts of cold water during the warm wash cycle. Then I can wash off that familiar and friendly dirt-sweat-clover smell off me.
Posted by jimbo at April 6, 2004 11:44 PM
Comments
Maybe some of us like the dirt-sweat-clover smell. I'm just sayin'. :)
Posted by: mark at April 7, 2004 10:08 AM
chad the minx is dreamy..just dreamy
Posted by: donald at April 7, 2004 11:16 AM