Soccer, soccer and more soccer

What a weekend. Abby and I played in a co-ed work (WSDOT) soccer tournament on Saturday and Sunday. Boy, are we tired and sore today. It’s funny to see Abby hobbling around the house. Usually I’m the one doing the hobbling. Now we’re both doing it.

We had four games on Saturday, three of which we won, and one on Sunday. We made it to the semifinals, only to lose in a shootout. That’s okay though. I don’t know if we could have played one more game on Sunday. Due to attrition our team was out of subs and we were dog-tired. We ended up taking either third or fourth place. That’s pretty good considering several of the players on our team had never played before. I think there were 8 teams in the tournament.

I’d like to think I’m in halfway decent shape, considering I play on three soccer teams right now. I was pretty tired by the end of Sunday’s game. I sprained my ankle in the first half of the first game on Saturday and continued to play on it all weekend. I’m paying for it today. It’s bruised and swollen on both sides.

It’s days like today that I’m thankful that I have a desk job. I was able to go to work and rest my ankle. I bet Abby and the rest of my coworkers were thankful for the same thing. We exchanged war-wound stories at work today and had some pretty good laughs. It was especially funny to watch our keeper go up the stairs one step at a time because he was so sore. Then, when he laughed he’d grab his ribs because it hurt to laugh. Ah, good times. It's no fun getting old.

My coworker, Dave, said on Friday that he would buy me lunch today if I didn’t get hurt over the weekend. I was determined to show up today acting like nothing was wrong. He caught on when I started icing my ankle. He then wanted to know where I was going to take him for lunch. Fortunately, I came prepared. I had brought him some homemade seafood pasta. I sure lost out on that deal.

Here’s to hoping the soreness goes away soon.