It's amazing how something can just get away from you. At the beginning, you've got your schwerve on and you're just cruising, then, gradually, it turns on you, and by the end it's just Ugly.

I set up the first two goals for my team in my Indoor game tonight. I just felt like I had it, it was going to be My night, My game. By halftime, even though it was 3-3, I felt like we were just hanging on, and it felt like I was just hanging on to my Game. The scond half, it went sour. The final was 10-5. I actually scored a goal, a tap in off a cute little pass from a free kick, but it wasn't a joyous goal. We were already down 5, and it was a "keep this butt-kicking from becoming a rout" type thing. I didn't even feel it. I ended up hollering at a teammate at one point -- always bad stuff -- and at the very end, got up in a guy's face for running me over from behind. Got a little too hot... but hey, guy earned a Red Card for his linebacker move. He got to walk away with a win, though, I left with my tail between my legs.