Today, while on a walk with Ken, we were off-roading a bit by taking a short cut up a pathless hill. As we trudged through the dried weeds (and I anxiously scanned the area for snakes), he said, “Do you think there’ll be a soccer club down there?” And he pointed into a patch of overgrown shrubbery and blackberry bushes.
I replied, “I suppose it’s possible. Perhaps there’s a giant rabbit who will check me in. Or maybe if I crawl through those bushes, I’ll find myself in another world. One where kangaroos and tigers play soccer with people.”
I think at this point, Ken tried to tell me that he hadn’t meant in the shrubs, but by then, my curiousity of the logistics of such an event was in full swing.
“Kangaroos are really dangerous; I’d be terrified to play with them. How do tigers even dribble? Are they only allowed to use their back legs, or can they use all of them?”
Without missing a beat, Ken said, “I think they can only use their tail.”
And thus, my imaginary Briar Soccer Club was born.