Now I know what you’re thinking: Chubacabras, while obviously real, don’t live in Scandinavia. Well then to you I pose this situation. Yesterday I put out some trash. Today I walk out and see this:
Game. Set. Match. Or, to quote ‘How I Met Your Mother’, “lawyered”.
|Realizing my goal was ruled offside.|
Yesterday we were back to work with a whopping eight people at training, including the goalkeepers. None of the guys who started trained but instead jogged and did recovery stuff. Meanwhile, the guys who did train were treated to the hardest freaking training of the year. Essentially we did drills intended for 10-14 players, but with six guys. That meant no rotations in high tempo games that would normally feature a 1:2 work-to-rest ratio. It was difficult, but good. I’m never one to shy away from hard work and I could use the fitness anyway.
I only slept five hours last night because I had to wake up to watch the end of the NBA Finals game 4. I’m a big time supporter of the Miami Heat so I want them to win the championship. Actually, to be fair I’m just a big time supporter of LeBron James, so I’m rooting for him to finally win a championship. Without getting into it so much, I think that James is incredibly scrutinized unnecessarily. He’s the best basketball player on earth, but people hate him. He appears to be a much nicer person than Michael Jordan (who is better) ever was, but people loved MJ. If you’re not from Ohio and you have a grudge against LeBron James, then that’s a YOU problem (to quote Colin Cowherd). I’ve got 99 problems but hating the best player in the NBA ain’t one.