as i was walking over to the z center, i glanced over at all the people playing softball and football on this fine, overcast day, and i realized that the problem with playing footy against your friends is that you can’t get stuck in on a tackle. i like that feeling, even when i miss and my opponent tumbles to the ground. that’s the best kind of tackle, even–if your opponent is your enemy. with friends, i never feel like i’m working, my game lets up. you just can’t go around tripping your friends up, even by accident. (and of course that reaches past footy)
even professionals have this problem, just look at the guys on the dirty u.s. tours that european clubs take. everything is freeflowing, because nobody’s gonna go in and hack someone down in a friendly.
my gym access ended one day earlier than i expected. but on the bright side, i made a clean break, literally; after my card got denied, as i was leaving to go jog, i saw that smelltabulous man enter. and even from outside, he was stinking up the joint. some dog had his head buried in the shrub that he was tied to, probably trying to avoid the scent. he’d dug a hole around two feet deep.