
With our 5-1 win over Medfield this morning, my soccer team has secured enough points to win our division, even with two regulation games remaining in the season. Jeanine and I leave for our Antarctica cruise on Monday, which will cause me to miss both of those games, as well as the semi-finals the following week. I will return in time for the finals, should my team make it through.
In our match today, I scored a very pretty goal. To most observers, it appeared as though I deftly dribbled past four defenders to unleash a ground-level rocket that just kissed the inside of the right post. In reality, I made a poor first touch on a pass to me, guiding the ball directly towards a defender. In order to maintain possession, I made a full-tilt sprint to just barely toe-poke it away from him. This set up an equally desperate play to evade the next defender. Repeating this lack of finesse two more times, I found myself at the top of the box with a good line of sight on the right post. The shot itself was really well taken, and I knew it would find the net the moment it left my foot. The thrill of scoring even one goal like this in a season is what keeps me coming back to the sport year after year.
On the drive home after our aprés celebration, I came across a house with a Halloween pumpkin display like none I have ever seen before.
UPDATE: The match report from today’s game features an even better description of my goal than the one above.
Early in the second half Carl makes it 3-0, he runs along the top of the box avoiding the defenders by giving the impression he’s about to fall over, he finally shoots and falls over, the ball ends up inside the posts.


































