What, no polo or badminton stories of your own to share? Ok, big shot. After being an All Conference keeper in middle school, I attended a high school with an established keeper. So, wanting to play immediately, I switched to center midfielder and was pretty good. Anyway, the first game of the playoffs in my senior year, I raced for a loose ball. Their sweeper, a Norwegian exchange student who I battled in an epic 5 set tennis match earlier that year, was going for it also. We struck the ball at nearly the identicle moment. However, a bone on the top of my foot fractured and I went down. The referee, with no medical training, grabbed my foot while I was on the ground. He bent it toward me, asking if it hurt, and I exclaimed, "F#%$ yeah, it hurts!" He then gives me a yellow card! Regardless, we won that game and I attended the next game in a case. The guy replacing me moved up from left fullback. The guy replacing him was a freshman. The freshman tried to clear an in-coming ball about 10 yards out from the goal by one timing it. The ball went of the outside of his foot and spun into the goal. We lost 1-0. Mostly because I broke my foot in the last competitive soccer game I ever played. (While I play some indoor now, its not nearly the same.) Now, one time in badminton, I had this shuttlecock... Haha. Consider yourself lucky, nowadays it's an automatic red for saying the magic word. Of course, it does take quite a bit of non-profane berating to get a card where I played.