It's time for the Sunday soccer game across the street, and BG has seen it all before. What was a thrilling experience for him just three weeks ago is old hat now. Too bad. I love having a ring-side seat. The field was empty when I started reading Sheila O'Malley's Skyward Part 2 and by the time I was experiencing an emotional meltdown-in-a-good-way, the guys started in with their hilarious warm-up exercises. So bouncy! So gangly! So utterly faggy-in-a-good-way! I especially love the sideways skipping and the leg twitching - so Twyla Tharp. I think there's a famous Monty Python skit - the League of men with funny walks or something - and I get twenty minues of that. Lovely!
Then there's Gus, the old codger whose participation skares the hell outta me. He's actually pretty good, and the other guys don't hold back around him (okay, they hold back a little, but not enough to screw up their game). But when he falls - oh my - the slow-motion roll to the ground gives me palpitations. So far, no broken bones, no ambulances called. But really, can we make it through the Summer without a disastrous kerfuffle? Hang in there, Gus! And if you have to break something, please do it on a Sunday when I'm outta here.
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