it'll be alright

yesterday while playing soccer, i twisted my ankle after sprinting half the length of the court to make a last ditch tackle.

that's pretty normal, except that i was playing in jeans with some of the guys from my station. it was a game not worth anything, just an after work kickabout, but i just couldn't let it go.

today i was limping about the house thinking of these events when i realised that i had repeatedly fooled around when i had chances to score earlier.

i guess i'm not really concerned about winning, it's just that i really hate to lose.