My right big toe is swollen and bruised, and has only half a survivng nail, I sport an ice pack the size of Montana plastered to the left side of my rib cage, my right shoulder is tender to the touch and I have grazed my knee.
Why?
Why do this to a body that is aging?
Why run up and down an indoor court trying to stop a fella, much younger than myself, from shooting the soccer ball into the back of the net? I have no desire to score myself, but the stopping of the goals, ahhhhhh bring on the zealous unabashed joy.
My 3rd grader summed it up for me, "IT's those Happy Dwarfins, Mum she just loves them!"
Pretty much.
09 February 2006
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