Gah!
Brae, take over.
Hi everywone!,
Remember last Saturday was my first soccer game? And how I didn't play because I was so scared of going out on the field without my mom lassoed to my hip? And then she got really, really mad at me because I was projecting my anger and upset onto her in an aggressive manner?
Guess who wasn't projecting this week?!
It could have been the new found sense of confidence I acquired in the 7 days between games. It could have been the six Red Bulls I slammed in the truck bed of my Pappy's Ford right before going out on the field. Whatever the cause of my anagnorisis, it was enough to get my ass out onto the green where it belonged. I was MOTIVATED and EXCITED to play. And when running in the correct direction on the field, I was a MENACE in size 9 Adidas.
I am not playing for the wrong team. I have infiltrated the enemy's ranks by posing as one of their own.
Not quite sure what 'Sally Screwy Face' was doing out there, other than seriously cramping my style. Take notice of my fancy cross-foot action if you will.
Ouff! Body checked by #9. Watch it goldie.
And now a moment of reprieve: This grass is remarkably green. Thats good. I would expect nothing less from a church whose congregation rivals Disney World cast members in numbers.
This ref is not amused by my mid-field Riverdance. A bet a kilt would have changed his mind.
Well played, Team Silver. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Gogurt and Capri Sun waiting for me back on the sidelines.
1 comment:
Are these other kids the same age as him? Why do they look like they are possibly bigger than you?!? I'm terrified.
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