This one time in January of 2009, my friends and I started a soccer (futball) team. We had created a broad array of stealthlike individuals who would easily slay thy opposers. Our only flaw was that we had the exact amount of players (plus we were fucking too good). Flaw? yes, flaw. We did not calculate for any sicknesses, jury duties, sprained knee caps, weddings, or anything of the sort. When it came time to test our abilities on a team with mucho heart, we were sadly disapointed to hear that one of our best players, Jose was injured in a lathe accident. Being the team captain, I was forced to take Juan for the team.
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