THE NEGATIVE REACTION

LIFE MUST GO ON

What a weird couple of days.  Sunday night we lost another soccer game.  I can't put my finger on what's wrong with our team, we're still 7-3 and firmly in control of first place in the 3rd division.  We still haven't put it all together yet, and I don't know when it will happen.  There's a few things stuck in my craw so to speak about certain players and they're selfishness when they play, but nothing too major.  I mean, we're still in first place, and we've missed a few guys over the past four games - so maybe when we get everybody together we'll click.  

The big thing right now
is "practice".  Like Allen Iverson once said, "We're talking about practice - practice.  No no no not a game,
practice."  Why should I drive an hour in rush hour traffice to do 6th grade drills and a little scrimmaging?  It's not worth it to me.  Since there are several people who never show for practice but routinely start games, but if I miss practice, then I won't start, I just really wonder about the consistency of how certain decisions are made.  Since my son is here now, it won't really matter the rest of the season because I won't be going to practice and I'll be putting in my time and playing hard and I'll just leave it at that.  

At least my 1st division team is doing better.  I always play well when I play with those guys.  Last night was no exception.  I had some great chances and also had several really nice crosses into guys.  We did we ended up winning 2-1 which felt good.  My legs felt great and I still had plenty of energy when the final whistle blew.  I've really fit in well with this team, which makes the struggles I'm having with my 3rd division team all the more mysterious.  Maybe it's because I can give a cross or a pass to someone on my Monday night team and I have full confidence they will get to it and make something happen, as opposed to some guy(s) on my sunday night that when I don't pass to them, they cry like babies.  I don't get it, they want the ball all the time, but then don't go to the ball when I cross it in, or pass to someone else.  After a while, if there's no effort on their part, I'm just going to go to someone else.  I just have to play my game and not think about the cry babies I guess.

Besides having to get that off my chest, some other things have come to my attention.  It finally became official last week - I'm going to be a daddy again.  Our adoption plans finally came together and we matched with a couple and by the end of this week we'll have a baby girl come home with us.  This has lead me to email or call all of my friends to let them know what's going on.  I hadn't talked with my best bud Mozi for about four months and felt awful for not calling sooner to keep in touch.  We talked for about an hour last night about everything, it was really cool.  He's dating some woman he's really happy with, just interviewed for a new position with his company and might be moving out to Syracuse NY.  He said its doubtful since there's 7 people in the running for the job, but you never know.  I might actually join his fantasy football league this year since I keep sandbagging on him every year saying I'm in, but then something comes up.  Anyways, it was a great conversation and he was really excited for us - which was really cool.

On a more sour note, I finally tried to extend the peace sign to PK over the whole Manchester thing, our impending adoption and trying to repair our "friendship".  Oh well, so much for that effort.  I emailed him on Friday and its Tuesday now and nothing yet.  No call, no email, no nothing.  I guess I'm not too surprised.  I'll give him the benefit of the doubt, but pretty much anybody I've told has been all over us congratulating us and wishing us well.  Maybe its just time to burn the bridge and move on for good.  I can't say I didn't try and repair our "friendship", and beisded, I think I'm better off anyways.  

To me, this is why I am the way I am.  I only have a few close friends and I prefer it that way.  It's just shit like this that drives me insane.  You think people are your friends, then they cut your throat and stab you in the back every chance they get.  I could go on for hours about this, but its not worth the long rambling diatribe.  I'll unload sometime later.  

The point here is the people I've always been close with know what's going on in my life, everybody else I could give a shit about.  I guess it's what happens when you get married, settle down and start your own life.  I just don't need people around who are going to treat me poorly and not act like a friend.  My life is pretty complete as it is right now.  I've got a son, 
I've got a wife, dog, cat, a great house in the suburbs, soon to have another daughter, a nice car, 
a great job, incredible co-workers, I play on two soccer teams.  I finally achieved a huge personal goal this past season by getting on a first division team.  I've really gotten much better and have brought my game up another notch.  I could never have done it with the
Manchester guys - pure and simple.  If anything, now I see how much they were holding me back.  

Right now, I have the world by the tail and I'm loving every minute.  There's a minimum amount of stress in my life and everything else just feels right.  And it doesn't really get much better than this.  

Sorry, no pics for today - maybe tomorrow.  

I still have to address Beck's coming to America since he's here now, getting out of Iraq, and some other strange things which have been on my mind lately.