Most Saturday mornings throughout the year, I get up early, get dressed and go play soccer in my local league.

My wife loves it when I wake her up with my talking, loudly getting dressed and then double and triple checking that I have all of my shin guards and cleats, but I always offer her some reassuring words that make her feel better.

“You knew what you were getting into when you married a big time athlete like me,” I say before she throws my shin guards at me. I know she is really just making sure I have everything I need, and it always inspires me to go out and be the best soccer player I can be!

Unfortunately, though, that player is not very good. Continue reading “The mostly true story of a historic moment in my soccer career” →