flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I work in a shop that is currently staffed by 8 people, 6 of whom are Mexican, and the soccer talk, it is EVERYWHERE. I even watched part of a game on Saturday (because I was at a shindig with my nerd club, and it was on the huge screens), and you know what? I’m you’re going to be obsessed with a sport, at least it’s one with dudes bouncing balls off their heads and getting accidental boots to the face and/or crotch, or guys running around with the ball under their shirt pretending to be pregnant while sucking their thumbs for some reason. Also, I am clearly not an aficionado, but I do know that the goalie dude is supposed to keep the ball OUT of the net, so I have a theory that whoever the orange goalie belonged to, he was working for the other team or something, because he just kept kind of standing there watching while the ball went past. I was going to say that he was playing like me, but that’s a huge lie, because I would be running away while ducking with my arms over my head, because I am scared of the ball. It’s kind of a problem with most sports.
Not dodgeball, though. I kick ass at dodgeball.