I arrived Friday back to the United States from my little junket down south. Hours on an airplane, in row 43, recovering from 3 days of a more southern version of Montezuma’s, was almost too much for the aging hulk of a carcass that I have become. I don’t know how people can travel week after week all over the world and remain healthy, focused and emotionally stable. I purposed in my heart at the end of this journey to seek FIRST CLASS from now on or I don’t go (I am sure that this bold statement of purpose will return to bite me in the butt some time in the future).
I will say, however, that my time with Real Salt Lake was awesome. It was great to get to know the new crop of guys for this year and dream a little about what may become in the area of success for this burdened club. If the quality of character is any indication, coupled with the the quality of play that emerged at times, I see a much more competitive year and more of a lion’s heart for this squad. I may not be much of a soccer player any more, but I think we will give everybody in our league a rough time. And minimally, we look more unified then I have seen in the three previous years of play (top to bottom).
Having said all that, I myself am preparing for another year at the helm of ICS’s boy’s soccer team. I don’t know how this always happens, but the schedule consistently has a game somewhere about the third day of practice. There is no way anyone can prepare a team in a few days, but I suppose, that is the nature of the spring sport experience.
Anyway, I am glad to be home and have some good ol’ home cooking from my beautiful wife. I didn’t think it was possible to say this, but I got a little tired of always eating STEAK!
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