Not that I do it much. Today is here, another is fast on its heals and achievement requires effort – the kind of effort which reveals “The High School Experience” for the pretense it was.
If you’re unfamiliar with the works of Jane Austen, I beg you, please do not remedy the situation. The misery resulting from exposure to even a half page measure of Austen exceeds that generated by listening to the entirety of Wagner’s Die Meistersinger von Nürnbergwas.
I beg of you, if we should ever meet please do not bring up the subject of Jane Austen. There is almost nothing as lethal. The following list of truisms is illustrative of the bone crushing misery which results from exposing oneself to the works of Austen.
The film received a PG rating in 1981 when it was released. I’m sure the rating would have been R if Pele had been allowed to properly express the feelings all soccer players hold in regards to goalies.
Goalies hate everyone and everything except for gloves. They love gloves. They spend more time with gloves than they do with a ball. They wear gloves before the game, after the game, and in the shower. I’ve seen goalies at social events wearing gloves. At least gloves cover the knuckles, most of which, when it concerns goalies, are raw from dragging the ground.
Goalies wear knee length ‘shorts’ and long sleeve shirts. Most wear shoes that are fastened by velcro. I’m told that’s because the gloves make it impossible to tie laces. At least that’s what they say.
When it comes to the game, goalies are soccer players only in an academic sense. Sure they stand (not run) on the field, but they don’t play the game. They play at playing the game. Sometimes they kick the ball but usually they punt it. Punting a soccer ball is not the same as kicking a soccer ball.