So this week a certain 800 meter runner started talking to me about soccer, a sport I haven’t played since I was about eight. Now, of course, I can’t get the sport out of my head. I thought I might tell about my brief and semi-successful soccer career. You see, I really enjoyed it (as most eight year olds do for some reason), and I was an all right player, if I do say so myself. I played mostly D or midfield, but I also occasionally played goal (oddly, one kid thought I was some star in net). I liked goalie the most, but I rarely got the chance there, because I was one of the faster guys in the league.
So why did I quit??? My dad. He was always complaining because I played only the fall season, and that cost the same amount as if you played in both the fall and the spring… so naturally I felt bad because I was costing my parents money. So… I claimed that I didn’t like soccer anymore so I could quit. I am now looking at that as a big mistake, because now I have a hankerin’ to play soccer. ARGH! Naturally, my town (as with most towns) doesn’t have an in-town soccer league for guys my age, so I’d have to make the travel team (probably wouldn’t be pretty). I wouldn’t want to play in the fall, because I’m running cross country, but I would like to play in the summer (those leagues just don’t exist, I think). Of course we are in the middle of Euro ‘08, so I am seeing the damn sport all over the place.
I wish I had soccer liking friends here in town, but all of them actually hate soccer. It’s really killing me (symbolically, of course). I actually went down to the park today and started dribbling around for awhile and shooting, trying to pick those corners. I don’t know who to be more angry at right now, Mr. 800 or my dad. I’d say my dad… because I’m happy I have been re-introduced to the sport, but it’s just frustrating me. I have to find soccer playing people in town that will be willing to let someone who has few skills play with them (yeah, this is seeming more and more hopeless).
And on that happy note, let’s get to some news. I am thinking that July 3 is “the day” (if you don’t have a clue what I’m saying, IM me- crossover274). It’s looking warm and sunny next Thursday, and it will definitely be a perfect beach day according to WBZ (okay, so I just got rid of the need to IM me). I’m gonna try and get Mr. 800 to contact people through Facebook (see my post on Facebook problems). Maybe we’ll just meet there, but it’ll be better if everyone follows my dad’s truck, because we know the way in without needing to park and pay $20. Again, IM me with any questions, I’m often online, especially around 11:00 PM, sometimes mid-afternoon (1:00 or so), sometimes early morning, sometimes early evening… just wait for me I guess. We’ll see how this day works out for everyone (including me…) July 3 is the day Gloucester celebrates the fourth, so it’ll be a good day to be down there.
I think that is all I have to say today… so I hope you all have a good one!
Talk at ‘ya later
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