After a morning spent watching the rain softly patter against the sand from the comfort of a gazebo porch swing, we headed back to Tallahassee. Marco and I watched as Espana overtook Italia in penalty kicks to enter the semi-finals, and then we were pumped up enough to head out to the soccer pitch for a game of our own. The monkeys gathered, the game begin, and the bad calls ensued. Still, it's not like most of us are out there to win a championship or anything, but it would be nice to play a well-called game. The best thing about the Infinite Monkeys is that nothing really gets the team down. Sure, bad calls happen. Sure we score on ourselves - twice. But still we're all out the to have a good time. That is why this team is far superior to any other team in the Tallahassee Soccer Association; not necessarily because we're stacked in skill, but because we're stacked in heart.
Action shots:
(Apparently our best sides)
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