Boneyard Bastard

Before the holidays a pupil let me taste his dad's pal's hot sauce. It is hot, angry, and bloody tasty. Yesterday I enquired if there was anymore and the young man informed me that it was too hot for his family and I could have a bottle. Naturally, I said yes.

My team played poorly last night and we were humiliated 6-0. I didn't play particularly well but I'm proud of my effort and commitment throughout the game. Some of the team were considering chucking it after the performance and if that's their attitude then I hope they go. We find out an awful lot about ourself in failing, particularly regarding one's character.