I don't think sports and Steve is a good mix at times. I think I try too hard to do a good job when playing on a team sport such as football, floor hockey, or anything else.

Last year I was on a hockey team and I scared some people when I played hockey. I scared people because of my playing because I about died in some way each time I played. One time I threw up, another I could not see, and another time I had my first asthma attack.

Last Saturday I played touch football with my old Elders Quorum. It was fun but after about two and a half hours of playing I was quite tired. I did not feel like I needed to die that day, but the next day I felt like I needed to. Today is Wednesday and I played football on Saturday morning. My legs are still hurting and everyone thinks I am a wimp and don't ever do anything physical.

Just to try to explain how bad my body hurt, I really almost could not get out of bed without rolling off my bed. My legs hurt so bad that I got in a habit of using my hands to lift my legs when I wanted to move them when I was sitting in my car or when I was at work.

On Sunday night I was feeling so sore that after a CES fireside I was waiting to go to a choir practice and I fell asleep in the HFAC building on BYU. I was sitting in a room in the HFAC and the next thing I knew was that choir practice was mostly over. It had been a while since I last slept at some random location at BYU.

The sad thing is on Saturday I might be playing Tennis with my brother and I am sure I will be dead by the end of that match. We both are stubborn and refuse to loose.