starzki | Damn you John Irving! (Reply)

First soccer: For the first time all season, we didn't lose. We didn't win last night either, but I'll take the tie. My own playing was for crap, but I did do a good bit of laughing last night. A girl on the other team kept cracking me up. I'm assuming she was joking, but she had the most deadpan deliveries that she just killed me. (Example: After a guy on her team and I collided and he totally wiped out and I was still standing and playing, she said to me with the most hilarious sincerity, "I hope he was a gentleman and offered his hand to help you up at least.") She's my new best friend. I did have issues with my own team. One of our guest players doesn't (or didn't) think I was a good player. He's played with us twice and has never intentionally passed me the ball and he doubled up with me on coverage like he didn't trust me to handle a player on my own. I finally yelled at him to get out of my way and he came up to me after the game and said that I was a good defender. I wasn't last night (11 PM games are like playing in a dream, nothing seems real and my brain and body aren't quite in sync). But I did play really hard and my legs aren't working properly today and my whole body aches.

Which brings me to Irving. I decided to put myself out of my misery yesterday and just bloody finish Widow for a Year. It took all day and well into the night. Because of the late night soccer interruption, I was up until 3:30 last night (this morning?) reading the thing until I was just too exhausted to see and had to put the thing down with 20 pages left. So I got up this morning and finished it. You know, I don't even feel better now that it's done. I really liked the story, but I don't feel like a better person now that I've read it. I don't know why I'm so addicted to his writing and characters.

So basically, because of soccer and late night/early morning reading, I'm a useless puddle today. I can't stop yawning.