One afternoon I saw Mark on the bridge outfitted in some full kit soccer outfit riding his bike. We chat for a moment and he asks me if I want to come join him and his friends playing soccer in the park on Sunday. I remember scoffing a little and making it known that I hadn't played since I was 13 or something like that. Mark didn't seem to care, he just wanted some bodies to fill out the teams. This was about three years ago. That damn sport has kept me wrapped up ever since. Soccer is pretty fun. You run around, kick at a bouncing ball and lose your shit. Its like being a kid all over again.
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