Remember the time I posted this and said that I would have to find my paper comparing soccer to dating? Well, I found it.
Please enjoy this little gem.
"A Field of Players"
The air is fresh, the players are ready and the goal is in sight. The opportune moment is now. There are many players, it is a team sport. But only one man can win, only one man can make the goal. In this game, emotions go haywire. In the beginning you're excited. By the end you don't care anymore. And the middle? It's up and down like a roller coaster. One day, one play, everything is wonderful, but the next moment is awful and you feel like you have lost everything.
You push, push, push, harder than ever. The goal is what is most important. The emotion is high, the air alive with electricity - and then, failure. She didn't talk to you, your focus wavers. But it comes back into focus quickly; if you want her, you will have her. The game continues to be played.
Flying up and down the field you wait for the moment to get close, you shoot, and you score. The goal is in, the game is won. But come tomorrow? Tomorrow, all of this will be a memory from which you will retreat. For once the goal is made, the game won, nothing matters but the next game, the next goal, the next girl.
It is silly as all get out, but I have to say, I'm pretty proud of that piece of writing.
