A poke in the eye

Still no good news from the Apprenticeship Office, I interrupted a meeting to check so I'm sure they know I'm waiting. So I went to indoor soccer again. I neglected to mention what happened last Monday. It was late in the game and I'm back in the box covering a guy when his teammate winds one up and takes a shot at the goal. I honestly thought I could get my head on it and deflect it but it was coming fast. Too fast. Like David Beckham fast. The ball hit me square in the right eye and was deflected away. But at a price. My legs wobbled and nearly buckled. I put a knee down and my hands out to keep from falling over. Wow. It was kind of like getting punched by Evander Holyfield except I think he would have killed me with one punch. So I grabbed a bag of ice from the counter and tried to keep the swelling to a minimum. By dinner I had a lovely black eye. It's mostly off yellow and purple now but it's fine.

Today I played again and was injury free although it's a good thing I don't live in South America. I'd scored a goal off a nice pass when I put a toe on it "one-time" and it went under the goalie's hands as he dove toward the corner. But that glory was short-lived when I was trying to head a pass away from the guy behind me. It went off my head, over our goalie's hands and into the back of our goal. Own-goals suck. Still, nobody's keeping actual score so nobody gets bent out of shape when the game is over.

I thought I saw Jesse and Marco on Seminole Highway when I was on my way to the game, but the riders were so bundled up and too far away for me to see clearly. I should have ridden too, more ice and snow is coming tomorrow. I'll need to get up early to go skiing over at Monona Golf Course.