I suppose I should save y'all from a protracted soccer rant... so I'll give two brief versions of the game this morning: 1) the Realistic version: we suck and we lost 3-0; 2) the Optomistic version: we are starting to come together (considering this "team" as I know it was formed mid-way through last season) and I played "well' (on the disgrace-crappy-bad-poor-average-well-good-great-truly epic rating scale). It was my first full outdoor game in some 6 weeks, so there is a fair amount of residual stiffness in my legs.

There were a couple of fantastic NFL playoff games today, with the home teams (Pittsburgh and San Fran.) overcoming large deficits (24-7 and 38-14 in the 3rd quarters) to the scrappy underdog visiting teams (Cleveland and NJ Giants) and winning in herioc, down-to-the-last-snap action. Really, the similarites between the two contests are many. I watched much of both games. Then I kept on watching TV..... the syndicated Simpsons @ 6, Futurama @ 7, the Simpsons (a new episode, did you know that the mortal enemy of the Hole is the Pile?)... finally, filled with rage and disgust, I forced myself to turn OFF the dang-blasted, evil electronic device half-way through King Of the Hill at about 8:45.

I decided to walk to the grocery store, ostensibly to buy some Laundry Detergent to do a load of Laundry. I have now started that load of laundry, and have a weird hankering to go for another walk... I don;t know where, but maybe I'll go buy crack or something... I know, I'm going to walk up to the Troll...