It drives me crazy seeing how much press the Brady/O'Brien fight is getting. Players yell at coaches all the time and vice versa, players yell at players all the time. ALL. THE. TIME. We yell at each other on the field, on the sideline, before, during, and after practices and games. Football is a game of passion, tempers flare, guys want the best out of each other all the time. Coaches fight with each other all the time.
But at the end of the day, everything is good again. More than good. Football teams more than any other sport are family - you bleed together, you go to battle every single play, you get hurt together and you hurt people together. It's a violent, violent sport. Of course guys are going to spout off from time to time. But for every exchange they show like Brady and O'Brien there are 100 you don't see and more importantly there are 200 lovefests breaking out on the field and on the sideline you aren't aware of.
About a year ago I sent an email to the apartment complex I live at because some of the trees were leaning precariously far over during the winter. Windstorms always brought big branches down. Sap would drip over all the cars. There were maybe 3 that were clearly dead that needed to be removed.
Earlier this week I got a letter on my door telling residents to move their cars Thursday morning because they would have a tree service here to take care of some of the trees. I thought, "Well, it only a took a year but at least it's getting done, right?"
I came home tonight to zero trees.
At first I was all
And after looking around I was all
I'm gonna go ahead and hope/pray/pretend that the whole tree removal had absolutely nothing to do with me. At all. In fact, I'll pretend I don't even have an email account so I can deny I ever emailed anyone.
Yeah, that'll work...
My cousin Melissa texted me and said our indoor soccer game got bounced (no pun intended...ok maybe a small one) from 7pm to 11pm. I wasn't planning on playing with my torn calf and all but with the time bump we'll be down a number of players. It's shown a lot of progress in the last week and I was about to do some hills on the treadmill last night at the gym.
Quick background info: my cousin and I are super close, even our DNA is a bit closer than normal cousins. My dad is her dad's brother, my mom is her mom's sister. We look alike a bit, just like her older sister looks like my brother. A lot actually.
And the GD? Our team name is the Gryffendorks. Yes, I came up with it. And hell yes the first goal I ever score I will scream Stupify! It's ok if you defriend me now or never talk to me again. I get it.
The sport is completely foreign to me, I'm used to running full speed at people with a complete reckless abandon and not thinking twice about it. Melissa told me she'll have me standing in front of the opposing net to be a wall and cherry pick when the ball comes to me. Less running, less chance of reinjuring I guess, but I'm hoping the compression sleeve I will have will help the healing process as well as protect it. Fingers crossed.