It's Wednesday, so that means it's time for the inevitable gnashing of teeth over my Tuesday soccer league. Dropped a 3-1 decision last night, and it was much closer than the scoreline would indicate. We played great defense, held our possession through most of the game, and passed more effectively than usual. Having Adam in goal helped, because he talks constantly, directing traffic. We were knotted at 1 through most of the game, but lost our concentration, along with said possession and passing, towards the end. We still could have gone up 2-1 had I been able to direct a header a bit lower. I've always maintained that I don't mind losing as long as I/we play well, but I can't even remember the last time I've won a soccer game. It's pretty draining.

Yesterday was a good day, overall. Got nearly an hour of drumming in, played a good game, then had a solid outing at Open Mike. This week's selections came from King Crimson, Rush (there was a commercial for some compilation on the TV over the bar, so I was inspired), Elvis Costello, Peter Gabriel and Kim Wilde. All eighties, all the time! I seemed to get more congratulations after leaving the stage than usual, which made me feel good. Next week, I may be covering for Tony, who will be off at the Toad the Wet Sprocket show up the street, which means I should get paid. Getting paid is good.

There are a couple of notions brewing in the back of my mind about bigger picture issues, both personal and political, but I think they're going to wait. And I still need a good topic for my next Fire column.