June 19th 2018
Today I took a gamble and wore my hairband to football. Every Tuesday I play five/six-aside indoor football with my Dad and a group of his mates, and it’s got to the point where the length of my hair is affecting my proficiency on the pitch. My fringe is so long that I have to keep pulling it out of the way of my eyes because it’s getting in the way of my vision. It’s getting a bit ridiculous.
When you add that to the fact that I don’t wear the glasses that I am legally required to wear, then there’s lots of vision-y things inhibiting my footballing performance. It’s nothing to do with my natural uncoordination or complete lack of technical ability, of course. It’s just the vision thing.
So I took along a hairband to try and keep my hair out of my face. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but was unsure if I wanted to deal with the ridicule. As it turned out, though, the ridicule was not too excessive.
To be honest, because the people I play football with are mostly my Dad’s age, they’re mostly not completely sufficiently covered, hair wise, shall we say. By that I mean balding and/or bald. So, you know… my having too much hair is not something they were going to take the piss out of, it turned out.
So I got off relatively lightly.
Until tomorrow, I could just get a hair cut.