Livin' the life..

This may sound strange, but it's hard being me. It's difficult to make such an awkward, lanky, super-honky white guy look so awesome. ( it's cool if you laugh..it's what I was going for ) But I sometimes find myself lost. Not really lost in a literal sense, although I have been known to not know where I am, but lost socially. I'm not like many people I know. I don't care about baseball that much. Watching the NFL is boring to me. I'm terrible at golf. I'm too short/too uncoordinated to be good at basketball. But give me a soccer ball and I'm set.

( from now on, football = soccer )

I can't even begin to know how many hours I have spent with a football. I started playing the beautiful game at the age of 5. Back then, it was probably so I would waste all my energy and not bother my parents, but it grew into something that will never leave me. My cousin Jeff was the most influential to me in staying with football. He played for many years, and since he is my hero, I played too. As I have gotten older, I have developed a love for the game that still confuses most of the people I know. I have spent many, many hours playing football, watching football, walking around football shops, surfing football sites for shirts, reading online blogs about football, playing football video games, and generally only thinking about football. It's hard to describe the passion I have for the game to other people. Even people who are football fans. I'm not really sure why I love it so much, but I do. I can't help but think it's an addiction, but I'm totally cool with that.

I have a feeling that I will be playing football as long as the gods allow me to do so. I can only hope that if I have children, I can pass along the game to them, the way the game was passed to me by my cousin. My goal in life is to see a match from every level of the English football pyramid, so I guess I better get on that.

Thanks for reading. G'night.

xo - K-Deezy