The word of the day is: ambisinister.

So the Yellow Wall got shanooked last night in the playoffs. Well, not entirely shanooked. We got shanooked in the first half: 3-0 for the bad guys going into halftime. Then we (and by "we" I mean "David and Demetre") scored 2 quick goals at the head of the second half, suggesting that we were going to come back strong for either a shootout tie or an outright win. But then the bad guys put Evil Crazylegs on defense duty for the remainder of the game and we just couldn't get a single fucking thing past him. Still, it was a solid game overall and a not entirely disappointing end to a solid season, even if we walk away shirtless. Shirtless! Fie.

I am rapidly, however, turning into a creaky old man. I popped my knee about six weeks ago and I tell ya, it has hurt progressively more with each soccer game since. Nowadays when something like this happens there's a part of my brain that says "Is this one of the things that's going to be with me for the rest of my life?" Like when I started taking daily medication for my thyroid, for example. I looked at that cluster of white pills and thought "every day, for the rest of my life." Getting old is weird.

It used to be, my body would start to feel achey and abused by around the middle of the fall season, Thanksgiving time, telling me that the end of the soccer year was coming and that my body could use the 5-month rest before starting up again next year. This year, though, the aches started in early July. For this and many other reasons, I'm skipping out the rest of the year. Am I "gettin' too old for this shit"? Maybe.

"There are exactly 3 things in the Karate Kid movies that are great: the kick at the end of the first film, the entire second film, and the tag line for the third film." - me, over drinks last night.