Soccer with the mens' team. While the young dudes I referee with are, by and large, a-holes, the older ones are pure gold. Tim is in his fifties. He is drinking a Bud Light tall boy on the sideline, fresh off his team's 3-2 victory. We broshake. My game starts, and the team captain puts me in for about ten minutes total. I mouth off a little but I'm not really mad about it. I'm slower than I used to be. Soccer's about putting your money where your mouth is. Oh, and it's also about drawing the foul.
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