Friday, August 26, 2005
not such a trapper keeper
ok. the reason for the delay in posting about my return to the pitch is that i have been very sore. that and very shopping in georgetown all day with Auntie KK. so the game. i get to the field 5 minutes late which is bad b/c i am bringing extra jerseys. but peewee football in Virginia is alive and well and kicking the SHITE out of the soccer fields. and they pay no attention to the women waiting to play their 8pm games. it's a soccer field. and all those darn rug rats were kicking up so much dirt on what was once beautifully sodded fields of green. but i digress b/c i dont really want to talk about how embarrassing my comeback was. in short, i played the first 25 minutes in goal. i actually walked up to my teammates pre-game in an ORANGE jersey and explained my volunteerism. NO ONE volunteers to play goal. "Who wants to play keeper?" is usually answered with a lot of gals shifting on their feet, kicking the dirt or fiddling with their cleat laces. no eye contact is a must. but I didn't even let it become a question. I was the answer! The other team had 9 players. We had 11. did it seem like we were 2 up on them? NO HWAY. did they pass around us like we were monkeys ala in the middle? si. so i got alot of action in goal and kept a clean sheet(yay.) until the left back explained that she needed a rest as she had an unexplained surgery earlier this week. can i really argue with a recent surgery by recounting my 45 minutes of stitches 3.5 months ago? so i ran out to my freshman year high school position. i was what shall we say awful. once when the ball came to me, i actually wiffed it by lifting my leg up like a ballerina. it was so bad i heard a couple chuckles. my speed. none. i threw the ball in - when it was a free kick. i marked the girl without the ball and let the other one shoot on goal. my passes were awesome, IF i was on the other team i mean. i started to play a new game. It was called get the ball the f*ck away from me ©. It was all around B-A-D. the ref finally whistles for half time. YAY. I re-volunteer for goal before anyone gets any funny ideas. everyone is cool. During my 2nd half appearance, a teammate actually asked me if i was ok. as in, "PeeKay, are you alright?" It wasn't b/c i was injured it was b/c i was mental! it was like i forgot i was playing goal. i punted the ball into one of our defenders, i kicked my goalkick to the other team. MANY times. kinda like i was their coach teaching them to shoot, not the opposing team's goalie. so they score their first goal. they do this easily b/c i run out to kick a loose ball and shank the shite out of it by placing it directly on the foot of their best forward who is, um i don't know, standing on the 18. so she easily kicks it in the back of the net. getting the ball out of the net, i get my cleats stuck and almost fall in. it was getting bad. so i shook it off and cleared the fog and started to loosen up. i did have some pretty sweet saves, but my defense eventually broke down and allowed a nice giveNgo creating a 2 on 1 and the one was me. i turn in time to see it slot in the corner. at least i dove and got some dirt on my knees. they go up 2-0. yeah. remember they were down two players? yeah. super T put it in perspective when she said, "ya know, those girls are so fit, they probably run at lunch in their jogbra." yeah like without a tshirt. it was sad. but it's ok b/c my over 30 team is next thursday and i will be better in that league. as for the milk jugs. I opted to go with a white cotton medela nursing bra(with reusable cotton pad liners) underneath my old trusty Large Adidas jogbra. I was secure. It wasn't even uncomfortable. it was my longest non-playing soccer stretch since I first kicked a soccer ball. weeks without soccer: 41.5, odds my team will ask me to sign up next season: 11-1.
ok. the reason for the delay in posting about my return to the pitch is that i have been very sore. that and very shopping in georgetown all day with Auntie KK. so the game. i get to the field 5 minutes late which is bad b/c i am bringing extra jerseys. but peewee football in Virginia is alive and well and kicking the SHITE out of the soccer fields. and they pay no attention to the women waiting to play their 8pm games. it's a soccer field. and all those darn rug rats were kicking up so much dirt on what was once beautifully sodded fields of green. but i digress b/c i dont really want to talk about how embarrassing my comeback was. in short, i played the first 25 minutes in goal. i actually walked up to my teammates pre-game in an ORANGE jersey and explained my volunteerism. NO ONE volunteers to play goal. "Who wants to play keeper?" is usually answered with a lot of gals shifting on their feet, kicking the dirt or fiddling with their cleat laces. no eye contact is a must. but I didn't even let it become a question. I was the answer! The other team had 9 players. We had 11. did it seem like we were 2 up on them? NO HWAY. did they pass around us like we were monkeys ala in the middle? si. so i got alot of action in goal and kept a clean sheet(yay.) until the left back explained that she needed a rest as she had an unexplained surgery earlier this week. can i really argue with a recent surgery by recounting my 45 minutes of stitches 3.5 months ago? so i ran out to my freshman year high school position. i was what shall we say awful. once when the ball came to me, i actually wiffed it by lifting my leg up like a ballerina. it was so bad i heard a couple chuckles. my speed. none. i threw the ball in - when it was a free kick. i marked the girl without the ball and let the other one shoot on goal. my passes were awesome, IF i was on the other team i mean. i started to play a new game. It was called get the ball the f*ck away from me ©. It was all around B-A-D. the ref finally whistles for half time. YAY. I re-volunteer for goal before anyone gets any funny ideas. everyone is cool. During my 2nd half appearance, a teammate actually asked me if i was ok. as in, "PeeKay, are you alright?" It wasn't b/c i was injured it was b/c i was mental! it was like i forgot i was playing goal. i punted the ball into one of our defenders, i kicked my goalkick to the other team. MANY times. kinda like i was their coach teaching them to shoot, not the opposing team's goalie. so they score their first goal. they do this easily b/c i run out to kick a loose ball and shank the shite out of it by placing it directly on the foot of their best forward who is, um i don't know, standing on the 18. so she easily kicks it in the back of the net. getting the ball out of the net, i get my cleats stuck and almost fall in. it was getting bad. so i shook it off and cleared the fog and started to loosen up. i did have some pretty sweet saves, but my defense eventually broke down and allowed a nice giveNgo creating a 2 on 1 and the one was me. i turn in time to see it slot in the corner. at least i dove and got some dirt on my knees. they go up 2-0. yeah. remember they were down two players? yeah. super T put it in perspective when she said, "ya know, those girls are so fit, they probably run at lunch in their jogbra." yeah like without a tshirt. it was sad. but it's ok b/c my over 30 team is next thursday and i will be better in that league. as for the milk jugs. I opted to go with a white cotton medela nursing bra(with reusable cotton pad liners) underneath my old trusty Large Adidas jogbra. I was secure. It wasn't even uncomfortable. it was my longest non-playing soccer stretch since I first kicked a soccer ball. weeks without soccer: 41.5, odds my team will ask me to sign up next season: 11-1.
