GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

I was playing soccer this morning as I do most Sundays. It was high tide, which meant I couldn't really enjoy the waves because they were just too high and I'm a lousy swimmer. I made a promise to myself: I am not going to die in French Guiana. Anyhow, I commented to one of my teammates that the day I score a goal is the day that the goalie commits seppuku. I rarely take offense and I almost always pass to someone with better control of the ball. But about 5 minutes later, I found myself with the ball and an open goal within striking distance, and I made my first goal after several months of never coming close. I shouted "seppuku!" at my opponents and from that point on, made menacing comments about breaking out my secret talent that I only use every three months.