But seriously, I played soccer today and it was the best thing in the entire world. I always forget just how much I love it until I'm out on the field, running my very hardest, falling down, drenched in sweat, dead tired, and smiling through it all. Could it get any better? It can. When it rains. Ahh! So, take that above list, and add "soaked to the bone, slipping everywhere, barely able to see, and slightly freezing" to it, and you have soccer today.
I admit, I get very competitive when I play. Oh, you thought I was a nice, caring person? Take me to the soccer field, put me in a co-ed game, and see what happens. It's not pretty. I mean, I'm still nice... I'll just probably accidentally trip at least 2 people, step on numerous people's feet, shoot a ball a little too hard with poor aim and hit somebody, etc... You know. The usual.
I don't know how I survive without it. It's the air I've been breathing since I was so tiny. I love it almost as much as Chick-fil-a and ice cream. And that's saying a LOT. So please, enjoy some pictures of mini me playing soccer through the years. :)
One of my first soccer leagues. I was probably about 7 or 8 here. Actually, I still have the trophy sitting on my windowsill. It's been in my various rooms ever since we won that tournament. In a previous season, we had a tournament that was held on probably the coldest day of the year. It was sleeting, snowing, hailing, snowing, you name it, it was probably happening that day. There was a HUGE puddle in the middle of the field, and mud everywhere. I still remember it as being one of the best soccer games that I've played, even though I was a tiny, little person.
Not quite a tiny picture, but this was the only other one I could find. I was 13-ish here, I think. We won almost every game we played that season, and I made my record number of goals in one game: 8. Granted, we were supposedly the best team, and that score was against the no-so-great team, but I was terribly proud. Ahhh, good times, good times.
Anywho, that's all about soccer for now! There will be, no doubt, another soccer post in the future (or 500), so never you fear. :)
Live long and prosper, and do play more soccer, okay?
I admit, I get very competitive when I play. Oh, you thought I was a nice, caring person? Take me to the soccer field, put me in a co-ed game, and see what happens. It's not pretty. I mean, I'm still nice... I'll just probably accidentally trip at least 2 people, step on numerous people's feet, shoot a ball a little too hard with poor aim and hit somebody, etc... You know. The usual.
I don't know how I survive without it. It's the air I've been breathing since I was so tiny. I love it almost as much as Chick-fil-a and ice cream. And that's saying a LOT. So please, enjoy some pictures of mini me playing soccer through the years. :)
One of my first soccer leagues. I was probably about 7 or 8 here. Actually, I still have the trophy sitting on my windowsill. It's been in my various rooms ever since we won that tournament. In a previous season, we had a tournament that was held on probably the coldest day of the year. It was sleeting, snowing, hailing, snowing, you name it, it was probably happening that day. There was a HUGE puddle in the middle of the field, and mud everywhere. I still remember it as being one of the best soccer games that I've played, even though I was a tiny, little person.
Not quite a tiny picture, but this was the only other one I could find. I was 13-ish here, I think. We won almost every game we played that season, and I made my record number of goals in one game: 8. Granted, we were supposedly the best team, and that score was against the no-so-great team, but I was terribly proud. Ahhh, good times, good times.
Anywho, that's all about soccer for now! There will be, no doubt, another soccer post in the future (or 500), so never you fear. :)
Live long and prosper, and do play more soccer, okay?
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