We haven't played in exactly two weeks, and I sense myself going LOCA. Regular exercise helps us all sleep better. Yet lately I wake up with a soreness in my right shoulder or back- and am stiff as a board. The toss and turn, and strange dreams meeting people from my past are all a result of the anxiety and lack of physical activity.
That current drizzle on any given day would barely make us flinch. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, let there be GAME- as I could almost hear the beat of my internal sunshine drum, and those distant trumpets and pagan call to prayer. The soccer gods must be angry that there's no trace of our beautiful game anywhere. NYC is as close as it will probably get to complete lockdown - emergencies only and necessary workers only. We're all sheepishly indoors waiting for the Gran Maestro to pickup his baton and direct the now hidden orchestra.
Found myself juggling in the yard a bit- and probably causing a ruckus. I've considered setting up an obstacle course in the yard to motivate. Maybe when the sun comes back out again. In a moodier state than usual, I also found an old candlestick of mine and short of a candle and finding one anytime soon, found something even better. I'll soon be jumping over that candlestick, but staring at a 2-in-1 torch and trophy, for the one day we might all potentially play again...
Parks are closed, practice is called off, games are nowhere to be found AND off limits, but all leagues and clubs have flipped the off switch globally. Instead we're all left recapping our fever in wishful ways and experimenting how to get rid of this standstill. Those tender little green tidbits have begun to dot my peripheral. Every few days, when the weather's feels right, I've started germinating a few extra green sprouts to save my sanity in the interim. Even if it seems to take eons for those tiny freckles to flower into friends...I'm hopeful.
Waiting on my thumb to turn green or to play again no doubt. Just not sure which one will happen sooner.
# GRRR #FORTHELOVEOFUTBOL
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