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Maybe I really DO have OCD

Many of you know then when I get interested in something, I tend to go a little overboard with my involvement.

I played tennis 3-4 times a week for a few years when I first moved to Atlanta. I quit tennis about 3 years ago when the captain of the team I was on refused to play me in the state championship. Let's just say I got completely disinterested.

After tennis, I renewed my obsession for golf. It got worse than it ever was. When I started traveling for work in August though, I made a commitment to cut back on my golf...it just takes too long and if I'm not at home during the week, it's not right for me to be gone on the weekends too.

What's my new obsession and why is my OCD back out of control? Futbol, I mean soccer. Two things led me to this. (1) Michael started playing this spring and I volunteered to coach...if you call what I do coaching. This will come as a shock too...I created a team website for a U5 soccer team. What is wrong with me? (2) When I was in Vietnam in March, I was invited to play with the company team. I played better than I expected (given that I hadn't played in about 15 years) and I really enjoyed just running around. I bought a pair of boots, a few pairs of shorts, and a couple of jerseys while I was there and committed to looking for a team when I got home.

Here's what I do now to feed my renewed enthusiasm.

-- Michael and I watch soccer on TV usually once a day. We always watch Arsenal since that was his team name. (BTW, they are in the UEFA Champions League final, which can be seen on ESPN2 next Wednesday...but really, I have this all under control.)

--Michael and I have been going to the playoff games for our local high school (Harrison High School). They made it to the state championship, which is Friday night. We're pretty fired up about it (well, maybe WE isn't the right word).

-- I have found a couple of teams to play with. I'm playing 7v7 on Wednesday nights and will occasionally play 11v11 on Saturdays. Michael has already told us that he is coming to watch. I hope Beth, Oscar, and Elizabeth come too.

Ok, I think I have it under control. Anyone have any advice? I like how this has forced me to get back into shape and I like the way I feel after playing a game. I started for 3 years in HS, but kind of dropped it once I got to college. I had to feed my baseball obsession then.

One last thing, when I bought my boots in Vietnam it was pretty hard to find my shoe size. I wear a 10.5 US, which is a 44 in Vietnam. I was able to get a 43, so I figured that was pretty close. (The price is right there too since that's where most of the Adidas boots are made.) I bought the adidas Pulsado.

Turns out a 43 is equivalent to a 9 in the US. No wonder my feet were sore when I got through playing a couple weeks ago. I was off to Dick's today to get a new pair. I was thinking about the Adidas Copa Mundial, but I ended up getting a pair of Puma Vencida boots. They felt much lighter, the price seemed more reasonable, and they just looked cooler.


I'll keep posting to let you know how I'm doing to try to overcome my OCD.

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