
My ward has started a weekly soccer game every Tuesday evening at Kiwanis Park, and I have fully thrown myself into the fray. I am quite terrible at the main part of the game - I was one of those nerdy children that didn't play many sports as a child - but I thoroughly enjoy playing Goalkeeper. I feel that the goalie is the underdog of soccer: He's not lauded when a goal is scored, he gets little honor when he blocks a shot, but he gets almost all the blame when he allows a shot to score. So sad.
So naturally, since I tend to be the underdog in most of my endeavors, I gravitated toward the goalie. It fits me great! I don't need to receive glory, laud, and honor, and my past experiences being the underdog has taught me how to shake off any kind of undue criticism. I also become a very aggressive person in soccer (who knew?), and that aggression comes in pretty dang handy when I charge a lone forward who's naïvely thinking of attempting a goal on my turf.
I rock.
I really do.
Really.
But I suppose I could use some practice.

1 comment:
just wanted to say that i enjoyed reading that! good job!
you probably didn't think that i'd come back and look at your blog again did you? :)
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