Okay everyone it’s time. Take this moment to put your life on a short pause to enjoy a moment in someone else’s life: my life. Time to come and put on my shoes or should I say cleats. At this very moment your standing on a soccer field everyone around you is running hard the adrenaline is pumping. You can hear your own heart pumping in your ears. Your breath becomes sharp as the star forward and lead scorer is running down the field; the soccer ball conveniently rolling at his feet. Here comes your worst fear: number 13.
You’re standing on the balls of your feet ready and waiting for anything. He’s crossing center and coming right for you. Your other fullbacks are each defending other players. This one is all up to you. The ball is perfectly rolling around his feet; he’s not missing a beat. Your scared, this game is up to you. So you run at him before he can get any closer to the net. He fakes one way and you fall, as you try to correct yourself your feet slip just a little from underneath you, and thirteen begins going around you.
Lucky for you time is in some kind of stange slow/fast forward and you quickly get your feet back beneath you. With all your energy your rushing to get in-between him and the net again. He’s going for the kick his leg swings behind him, and then swings forward making contact with the ball. However, you get their just in time and you slide in front of the ball and kick it out of the box. Barely saving the ball from heading into the net. Your right forward got control of the ball and is taking it back to the other side as the whistle blows to end the game. Another player is helping you up and cheering you on. Back on your feet your adrenaline speeding wildly out of control you smile as your teammates thank you and congratulate you on your save. The coaches run out to tell you you played awesome!
That is the moment you love. You did something you thought impossible. You saved the game, and you earned a little respect from the guys on your team. Going through the line and shaking hands even number thirteen says, “Hey great save.” However, it’s not the praise from everyone around you that makes it to the top of the list. No, it’s the fact that you did something that made you proud of yourself despite what anyone else had to say. It’s the abyss of satisfaction with yourself that you love.
You have almost convinced me to love soccer, and that is saying a lot considering how much I dislike it. When I was reading this I could totally hear the voice of that guy off of the old spice commercial (you know-the "I'm on a horse one.") saying this. So yes, it was that dramatic! Well Done. I enjoyed how you made it a story. Perhaps next time you should write about a real sport, though. Like maybe chess, or even cheerleading! :P
ReplyDeleteI played soccer in gym class and lets just say that I was so good that they didn't want to play with me anymore. But when you described the sport like that it makes me want to start playing again, although I have to agree with Karen on this: you need a real sport, but I recommend marbles or synchronized swimming.
ReplyDeleteKaren you would bring that up....just wait i'll get you back for that one!
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