...is pickup soccer, adult soccer, easily. It's all I can think about. As I'm walking between cubicles at work, to and from the bathroom or the breakroom or the mailroom, all I can think about is the a ball at my feet and the ways in which I would maneuver the ball through these narrow pathways and how at some point I will have the goal in sight (the opening to somebody's cubicle, perhaps) and at that point I will shoot the ball, kick it as hard as I can at that opening.
Nobody's going pro out there, as I've said, there's really no need to take it very seriously - - but it's hard not to take it very very seriously when you're out there.
But surely there must be something more worthwhile to think about.
Just pickup soccer. That's all I can think about at the moment. It is sooooo exciting. Lately I'm trying to really create openings for my team mates: I'll take the ball in a crazy zig zag pattern all the way down the field - try to attract a lotta attention and coverage - - and then somebody on my team will be left wide open - - and I try to zip it through to them right quick. OR, if I find myself in front of that goal - with the ball - and I'm in range - I just hammer that ball. I shoulda gotten ten goals last time, but my aim and luck were a little off, I got one goal. Next time, my friend, next time. And the next time is TONIGHT.