When I was a boy nobody played soccer. We played baseball and football, and basketball too. But soccer? That was sissy European sports, right?
When I was in college, a friend’s brother spent his summer in Europe. When he returned, he taught me and my friends how to play soccer. We gathered every Saturday morning at a football field, and I can’t say I was ever more physically challenged. My lungs burned after ten minutes, but I stuck with the game; it was a workout.
One thing I like about soccer is you don’t have to be physically large to play. Agility, speed, and fitness are key to the sport. Our local team is called the Tampa Bay Rowdies, and my boyfriend and I recently attended a match. What fun it was, so much more interesting than a Tampa Bay Bucs game.
I hosted a close friend for dinner tonight. We had a great time, drank a bit of wine and “shot the shit”, as we say in the South. I just finished cleaning the kitchen, and now I think I’ll do a bit reading. I have a chilled bottle of white wine in the fridge, a nice little Sonoma Valley Savignon blanc. Doesn’t that sound lovely?
Have a nice Wednesday night, friends.