"A Field of Players"

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.

On Soccer

Last night a world cup qualifier game was on, Mexico vs USA and Kyle wanted to watch. Confession: soccer bores me to tears. I watch the World Cup, because hey, it's the  World Cup but other than that.... No thank you.
That's not to say I hate soccer.
I dated two soccer players in high school and went to my fair share of games. I guess it's true of any sport - if it's your team, and people you know are playing, you enjoy it more. Plus the soccer field for high school games is not as huge as pro games, so it's easier to keep track of where the heck the ball is.

As a side note, my junior year of high school we had to write a metaphor paper in my English class. One of my said soccer playing boyfriends had broken up with me recently, so I wrote a paper comparing a soccer game to dating; how it was just a game to the players.
It was awesome.

Next time I go to my mom's I'll have to dig it out and then post it for your enjoyment.