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I'm home. I'm bruised, battered, tired, and damnit, I really should've taken today off.
The footy portion of the weekend, while extremely fun, was a pretty trying experience. The weather in Colorado Springs was great -- just not on the days we were playing. Friday and Monday were mid-60's and sunny. Saturday was 40 and raining all day, and Sunday was 45 with a wind-chill of about 30. We only won one game out of three, and... oh yeah, I almost seperated a shoulder and broke a couple of ribs going after a mark, not realizing that four other guys who were about six inches taller than me going after it as well, and one of them landing on me after I fell to the freshly manucured Air Force Academy grass. I don't know which hurt more -- that, or losing by a single point in our final game.
Ow.
As bad as I felt, I was perked up at the bar a few hours later when I was named "Ironman" of the weekend, which would normally get me a Chuck Norris t-shirt to wear, but instead got me a shot of Wild Turkey, which I had to down in front of the whole team (and let us never speak of that again). I also got a few laughs and a nomination for our "Donga" award (read -- GIANT INFLATABLE PENIS) for rodeo riding / dry humping one of the opponent's fullbacks when he didn't have the ball (kind of a no-no).
So the season is finally over (save a friendly against the Irish team). I'm really, really proud of myself, and so is everyone else. I can't believe I've come full circle since this post last year. Playing footy has to be one of the best decisions I've ever made. The coaches and the other guys said that I was the most improved player this season, and that's a testament to them, I think, for being so supportive. I went around and thanked everyone who was there, which lead a few to ask if I'd be back next year. I didn't even have to hesitate in replying in the affirmative. Even with my shoulder aching in the process.
I mean... I have to. I can't deprive the world of "Killer B.", right? ^_^
Carn the Hawks!
Back to real life, I guess.
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