Went last night with Jason and Colin, some guys from church, to our indoor soccer league game. We're one of the worst teams in the lowest league, if that tells you anything about how not good we are. Anyway, the league games take place in the barrio in some warehouse on North Alamo Street, and yesterday Jason's wife heard on the news right before we left some headline to the effect that "SOCCER GAME ENDS IN MURDER!!!" and it showed some nondescript building. So, we of course went anyway, and there were no vehicles there of a law enforcement or emergency nature. Quick and dirty - we tied, lost the tiebreaker shootout, I scored one goal, and I feel like such an OLD MAN. I'm out of breath on the court, my mind tells my legs to move and they don't, and boy am I sore today. Residency is not kind.