Slackfoot

There it was. Another day of play and the sounds of grinding city life outside the window filtering in, screening every win of the team and personal disappointment.

Disappointment is an idea that hangs on the hook of an appointment you thought you'd made. As if you're ordering your life in a restaurant. The soup comes and it's the wrong color and flavor from what you thought you'd ordered. But it's one of those restaurants that if you order something, the only way to get it right is if you get in there and cook it.

The team played athletic bilbao. I think they drew with them in the fall. I remember it being a bittersweet day in the league. Barça dropped to second behind Real Madrid--who they play next weekend. Arsenal come first, this tuesday. After that funky game in London, it will be good to have today's defeat of At. Bilbao behind them, filling their sails.

It was the day of the young guys. Jeffren finally scored. It was off of a three man strike that he cleaned up. Bojan followed that with a great goal. In the second half he got another. Ah, the 19 year-old is warming up to the idea of scoring in the league. His Rudy-style celebration was muted for the second score, as if he realized, 'Hey, I can't keep jumping around every time I score. I'm getting the hang, man. That's kid-stuff...' atta-boy.

Then Messi came through with a nice slick shot that he skated by as the defenders all slipped around him. 4-nil`. But with 20 to play, At. Bilbao break past the slackfooted Chrygzmnstrr(????) playing every bit the bewildered defensive back. It's the young guy team, today. Here's the drawback, plus half-disbelief at Jeffren scoring at last.