Corrie sent me some great photographs to encourage me to come home

I had a good weekend too. Friday after work the BCI team drove to the outskirts of Santiago to some soccer fields. We played 6 on 6 on a small artificial field. The chileans all play with a lot of class. The all have good touches. Rodrigo is a holy terror and by far the best man on the field. Scrappy, energetic, and generous with the ball. I like to think that I play a foolhardy style of defense which makes me look a bit worse than I am. Rodrigo, and to a lesser degree Eduardo, made that conceit harder to maintain.

 I would like to write modestly about my own skills and yet simultaneosly drop subtle hints that I suprised our South American friends with my skill. I´d love to say that I did USA proud, making a couple key plays, that demostrated a buried treasure of latent talent. Maybe I could mention how maybe I scored a few goals?

I really wish I could. It´s not pride that keeps me from writing those things, it´s facts.

So if I am on the road of shame, I might as well walk the center line.... Sunday I played nine holes of golf (49), then I cam home and watched the Broncos get Spanked (just like the Bulldogs got spanked the day before) and then I went over to play board games with some Chileans I met online. There, I said it. For years I have been blogging, and for years I had you all fooled into thinking I was cool. But now you know the truth.

Wow. This feels great. It´s like a huge weight being lifted off my chest.