It was funny... At work on Thursday, Tom was sending Dave and me emails regarding soccer that night. We had to play at 6.20. As usual, Dave wussed at and complained about an injury or some such... i started laying into him as per usual, and he makes the regular comeback - "i was going to say get a goal for me, but you always miss"

This is a joke you see... out of all the team, i would miss the least, i have just had a really bad patch lately. I am developing a complex and a phobia of the cross bars.

For the last three weeks, those darn pieces of wood/metal/fibre glass... they have been my mortal enemies. Right at finals time as well. Unfortunately, we didn't make the finals this season. I blame my inabililty to stere clear of those damn banes of my existence.

This was our last game, we had no chance of making the finals, so - i replied to the guys that i am going to aim for the crossbars... I hate those things.

I hit those darn "expletative" 10 times in one game. It was rediculous. We won the game, and i got at least one goal... but those crossbars... they have the wood on me per se at the moment. I will defeat my nemesis though - its all in the head, i just have to picture the ball in the back of the net!!!!

Peace Out.