practice

"I'll ripple your mother's....."
--K. Stockton

we were sent there

First of all to Teenie: Wouldn't you like to know, HA!

Second: There was a call for soccer practice tonight. I'm all over anytime I can get to play. Since we haven't had a game for nearing two weeks, Jared called so we could touch the ball and kick it around some. I tell you it was nice to run and somewhat try to get into some sort of shape. Possibly a triangle. The meeting place was in the SFH just inside the track on one side. Some lady then walks up and informs us that soccer is not permissable at the desired premises. She may as well have told us not to breathe. Anyways we strike up a conversation trying to sucker her into letting us play. She suggests that we try the IPF down the way. We agree, take some orange cones and head over. Turns out the place is dark and very locked. Jared knows the code to get in the back way through the men's bathroom and we break in.

It's relatively dark inside but we make do. Playing some sort of keep away game and we work on moving the ball around. Not bad. We're checking the doors every now and again. At one time there shows up a security guard to look inside. We of course freak out and run off to a corner. We gather all of our stuff and split soon after. What a nice little rush. We almost forgot the cones. No one caught us. Take that security! Had some good laughs and we're pumped for Thursdays game.