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The Running Bets

I like to bet. For those of you who have read the story about how I was a professional gambler, this is obvious. What I don't like to do is exercise. At one point in my life, these two activities joined to provide an interesting story.

I have a friend named Hayden. He likes to bet me. For a while we had a running string of bets, and I was down overall because I failed to get 10x his score in a Tony Hawk competition. At one point I was one of the top 10 Tony Hawk players in the world. That lasted for about 5 minutes until someone from Japan beat my score.

Hayden and I sat across from my kitchen table.

Making excuses for losing games

On The Ball Coach

My coed Futsal team wrapped up the winter session on Saturday with a 1-5 loss. We went the entire session without winning a game, 0-6-1 was our record. Not many people like to lose, and I consider myself a gracious loser, always respecting the opponent. Having said that, a win-less season is very difficult to accept.

The coed team I put together was a combination of my son's eight year old and my daughter's nine year old teams. Both teams finished in the top half of their divisions this fall. All of the players are pretty good for their age, some better than average. So I wouldn't claim we were out talented.

It was our first foray into indoor Futsal and none of the kids have had any experience with the heavier, low bounce ball, on the smaller, compact field. I think the fast pace of the game also surprised them and me.

It was seemed like every team in our division had played before. They were quicker to respond to the action. They dribbled less and passed more, some actually executed set plays. They shot on goal at every opportunity. More than once I overheard coaches say after the game, "See you at practice."

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