...The younger generations “gets it” I think. But not mine.
Oh, I got it way back when - right in the kisser.
An
aeon and a half ago we played jungle rules soccer in grade school, before class and at recess. I don't think we had any nets, and I don't even recall scoring being a part of the game. But we did vigorously chase the ball around, kicking each other in the shins and sometimes the ball. Unlike what the Botox Mambo was saying, it was an endlessly competitive game and very individualistic (maybe that's why soccer has seemed to have trouble catching on in the U.S. - we don't respect organization and rules, preferring frantic chaos instead? Or maybe it was just that nobody had the rules, there warn't no internet back then.)
I clearly remember the clean and hard kick a classmate executed, not four feet from my head (it was grade school, I was only 4 feet tall), directly into my face. I walked around for the next half hour feeling like my visage was a flat, numb full moon.
What was the question, again?
