SATURDAY morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Well, of course, it isnít Saturday, and obviously, itís not summer out there, but when youíve got a Mark Twain book in your hands (or on the computer, as it were), things do seem a bit brighter and fresher, donít they? Spending this lazy Sunday in the company of one Mr. Tom Sawyer, before heading out to my brotherís house for the Super Bowl. Actually, who am I kidding, itís my nephewís house, and the little princeling just lets his parents stay there out of the goodness of his little 20 month old heart.
As a football fan, Iím not a person who can honestly say he ever watches a game for the commercials, but this year, with these two teams, neither of which I really like, Iíll make that claim. And if a good game happens to occur in between the entertainment, so be it.
Back a few days ago, I flipped on my television and saw an entirely different sort of football, what we west of the Atlantic call soccer. Actually, now that I think about it, Iím not sure what South Americans call it. Maybe west of the Atlantic and north of the Caribbean is more accurate. Anyway, I sat down and watched the Mexican national team play Denmark to a draw, and my mind went back a decade and then two decades, recalling the last times I played soccer with any degree of organization. The earlier stint was when I was still in high school, back in those halcyon days of youth, when I played soccer and tennis for the school. I wasnít particularly good, the whole lack of speed thing that plagues me to this day evident early on. Had a flashback to one particular incident, where Iím convinced that had I remained in a game, rather than being substituted for with a faster player, we would have won the game. You see, the opposing player, had he been facing me, probably would have tried to run past me, and take a better shot. But instead, knowing he was up against a comparable speed, he just took a longer range shot. The random chance taken hit its mark, as our goalie was caught napping. Had I been in there, he may have faced that better shot, but he would have been more ready for it, too, and the flash judgment of my youth hasnít changed in the 20 years hence Ė he would have stopped that shot, and we would have won the game.
The latter soccer playing experience occurred the last summer I spent in the Ann Arbor area before heading out to Madison, when I played in a local league featuring 7 v 7 competition. That was a fun experience, soccer on a slightly smaller scale that full field 11 v 11 action, games that were more interactive for being on the smaller field. I had a decent team, with decent people, and actually played decently scoring a few goals, assisting on a bunch more through the summer.
Other than one intramural season, I haven't played any organized soccer since. A few pick up games here and there have been the extent of my playing over the past, what, 7 or 8 years? Remembering that summer of 2003, and now wondering if that league still exists, if that 7 v 7 action is still available to partake in. And wondering if I'd rather do that than the ultimate frisbee I've played every summer since 2004? I suppose spring has to arrive first, let alone summer, so I have a bit of time before making any such decisions.