I acquit myself

I played soccer against the other graduate students, on the quad. How was it? Well, imagine a player with a physique like Hermano Wachito’s. Or if you don’t know who Hno. Wachito is, think of Néstor Ortigoza.

Though I only scored twice, I was pleased with the manner in which we won. I foresaw the outcome when we were still losing 2–0. We were smothering our opponents on their own half of the field. I earned one corner kick after another and finally squeezed in an angled shot. That goal opened up the floodgates.