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The Murtaugh Rule - Who's A Star?

On Friday, my old... er, rather ex-running mate of mine, Nate hit me up at the gym to play soccer with him on Monday night. It's the over 30, "non-competitive" recreational league for a double-header. I honestly didn't have plans so I accepted without thinking.

Come play soccer with me, 'los, he says.
It'll be fun, he says.

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?! I wasn't thinking, and that was the issue. At my cubi, hours later, I started thinking. Jeezus, 'los. You haven't played in over 3 years. Even though, you have been straight killing it in the gym for 9 weeks, that's not enough conditioning for sustained soccer play for a game let alone back-to-back games.

You should've cited the Murtaugh Rule "I'm too old for this $H!T."

... but I didn't. And I followed through with my words. The soccer field was at the Starfire Stadium, home of the Sounders FC. I've never been there either. Crazy talk, I know, but true story!

Last night, I suited up in my soccer gear and bombed on down to Starfire after work. I've got this, yo. I'll take it easy to pace myself for 120 minutes of match play. After the first five minutes, that through-line blew away like a fart in the wind!

As I started running around on the pitch without enough men (7 vs 8), the adrenaline starts racing through my veins and I was flat out. And then? GOT MY FIRST GOAL IN THREE YEARS! WOOHOO!

Yep, yep - who's got two thumbs, an agile foot and scored in the box for the only goal in the first game? THIS GUY!!

As I sit at my desk typing this up all the lactic acid that sits in my muscles and bones reminds me that I really am too old for this ish. While I should've laid down the Murtaugh Rule, I didn't. Rules were meant to be broken. 'sides, do I usually follow the rules?

Not really.  How can you be star at Starfire, if you did?

This has been your C Note. 'los; out.

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