There's a reason why Sporty Spice is the only one without a fella.

Here's a picture of Nick & Kelly playing contact soccer. I didn't take it and this particular moment doesn't really dispay the full wonder of contact soccer but close enough. As I didn't take any of my own I really can't complain. Beggars can't be choosers.

So, from the first moment I heard of contact soccer I was a little wary. My last foray into team competitive sports as an adult was the my disasterous attempt at participating in the volleyball tournament in Caseville last year. It reminded me that I hate volleyball. This reminded me that I don't hate soccer. Especially soccer where you get to knock people down. It's fun. All you have to do is run and kick the ball and shove the other people who are also trying to kick the ball and who are not on your team. You could shove the ones on your team but that's not very sportsmanlike. I didn't fully appreciate it until Kenny sent me flying through the air because that dude has some aggressions. Luckily, I wasn't hurt though because I would've gotten such a lecture from my father who didn't want me to play in the first place. I'm an adult. I do what I want. What I want is to shove people around while playing soccer apparently.

Now it's time for bed. I have a feeling I'm going to be sore in the morning.