In my hands is a jar of Number 9 Salsa earned for scoring a goal in my soccer game this morning. I arrived at the Wayland Veterans Memorial field dressed as shown with no intention of playing due to pain in my knee (arthritis I am fairly sure). By half time with no score in the game I was so frustrated being on the sidelines that I decided to try and play. I borrowed a set of cleats (half size too small), shin pads, socks, shorts (from a kid on the sidelines), and a jersey to join my team for the second half. I scored a nice header to help our side secure a 2-0 win. We’ll see if I can walk tomorrow.