Believe it or not, I played in a soccer game yesterday
And I actually had a really good time. It's this thing within Ludlow, you make teams and every two weeks you play a different sport. There's soccer, basketball, etc, but there's also ones like dodgeball, soccerbaseball and paintball. At the end they tally up wins losses and ties and make one team Ludlow Champion. It's a much coveted trophy. I was nervous about signing up, but they need an even gender split on the field at all times, so I figured I'd be valuable for that if nothing else.
Anyway, the game before us was particularly entertaining. Nabil was on one team and on the other were Steve, Tim, Chris and Josh from my class. So I got to see Nabil showing off until he hurt himself. Although it was still pretty impressive, considering it was 4:30 in the afternoon and he hadn't had a bite or sip since the night before. The other team had the opposite problem. They'd been up drinking until 7 that morning, then slept until about 3, then binged on samosas (they're served fresh at this fabulous saturday outdoor market) They weren't doing really well, although Steve and Josh were doing their macho competitive best. Tim tried to keep up with them, until he had to jog to the side of the field to throw up. I'm not sure if I'm sorry or relieved that I missed that party.
Our team won a spectacular victory, and Nicole and I didn't get in their way at all. I even had the ball a few times, but maintained a strict "pass to Hurley, Phil, Jen or Neil asap" policy. We had real soccer players on our team so we did really well. There was only one shot on out goal the whole game. Final score was 5-1. I didn't go to the victory celebrations, as I was still feeling a little knocked out from the week. I was worried I was getting sick, but after 10 hours sleep I'm feeling much better.
Anyway, the game before us was particularly entertaining. Nabil was on one team and on the other were Steve, Tim, Chris and Josh from my class. So I got to see Nabil showing off until he hurt himself. Although it was still pretty impressive, considering it was 4:30 in the afternoon and he hadn't had a bite or sip since the night before. The other team had the opposite problem. They'd been up drinking until 7 that morning, then slept until about 3, then binged on samosas (they're served fresh at this fabulous saturday outdoor market) They weren't doing really well, although Steve and Josh were doing their macho competitive best. Tim tried to keep up with them, until he had to jog to the side of the field to throw up. I'm not sure if I'm sorry or relieved that I missed that party.
Our team won a spectacular victory, and Nicole and I didn't get in their way at all. I even had the ball a few times, but maintained a strict "pass to Hurley, Phil, Jen or Neil asap" policy. We had real soccer players on our team so we did really well. There was only one shot on out goal the whole game. Final score was 5-1. I didn't go to the victory celebrations, as I was still feeling a little knocked out from the week. I was worried I was getting sick, but after 10 hours sleep I'm feeling much better.