Sundays in the spring and fall mean soccer for this old man. In this morning’s match, I had three assists and got cleated in the ankle for my trouble. Two of the plays were nearly identical and less than five minutes apart. I ran onto a pass behind the sweeper and carried the ball all the way down to the end line and crossed it sharply back to the top of the 6-yard box where our center forward knocked it in with his head on the first goal and a volley on the second. My new teammates really appreciated the quality of these plays and I got some really nice compliments after the game.

After grabbing lunch and a hot shower, I went to Kyle’s house to help with his ongoing basement renovation. When I arrived, I was so tired and relaxed that I had to take a 40-minute power nap. When I arose, I found Kyle had prepared green tea and a small dose of chocolate to revive me. It did the trick.