It is a strange feeling getting old. I play in a Tuesday night adult coed soccer league and I realized to night, I am more concerned with getting hurt then winning. Then tomorrow I will go tell a group a 13-14 year old girls that you have to want the ball more then life itself and play with enough passion as if to write a romance novel or something like that. I find my life has become the paradox of violence for peace one can see in the capital punishment. Maybe one day I will long for victory and satisfy my urges by playing bridge and shuffleboard, or I get galaxy season tickets again and call Chivas a bunch of hotos. Who knows....