The five second rule does not apply...

This morning, on the bus ride to the office, I stood next to a guy who was maybe 50-55 years old, (age has nothing to do with this story, but I'm painting a picture for you,) and he appeared to be of eastern European descent. So there we were, packed in like sardines, and he decides he wants a cough drop. So he grabs a trusty Ricola out of his pocket, unwraps it and pops it in his mouth.

A few minutes later he decides he needs another one.

So he pulls another trusty Ricola out of his pocket, unwraps it, and drops it on the floor of the bus.

As he began to bend down and go after it, I prayed that he would just think better of it and leave it, or that he was merely picking it up so that nobody else would step on it and manage to slip or something... But after he dropped it, even before he began bending down to pick it up, I knew what was going to happen.

He bent down, picked it up, and popped it in his mouth.

I don't recall being so thoroughly disgusted for quite some time.

BLECH!

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As for the soccer game...

The field we played on was nice, but it was astroturf instead of grass. For those of you who have played any kind of sport on grass, you know that real grass offers a little give and a little softness. Not so with astroturf. (As evidenced by the bruise on my knee from a fall in the opening minutes.) In the words of the great Vince Lombardi, "Astroturf is just fuzzy cement."

Vince knew what he was talking about.

And the game itself was technically recorded as a tie, but I'm officially declaring it a moral victory because the other team subbed in a guy who was not a regulation player. (He was a pickup player who was not on any official roster and just sat on the sidelines hoping to get to play illegally.) The other team also scored their only goal during a period of stopped play when they were supposed to be subbing in players, but since nobody on the sidelines moved, someone decided to kick the ball anyway... Since our whole team was under the impression that the game was stopped for substitutions, we didn't go after it. The goalie stood and watched it roll into the goal, because we were all still waiting for a whistle to re-start play... The ref seemed to think that restarting play was unnecessary, because the other team had obviously already re-started... So he decided to count the goal.

We protested, and we scored the only legitimate goal in the game, but in the end it goes on the books as a tie... We'll get those bitches come playoff time!

And me, I was DEFINITELY VERY VERY RUSTY. It'll take a couple more games to really get back into the swing of things... But It'll happen! (I did have a lot of fun though... I only wish my quads and hip flexors were capable of remembering that they had fun, because right now they are yelping and whining in pain!)