Yay, team! and all that

Yet another late, dead-thread footnote from me.

Dropped by Mom's yesterday and she had the game on. Went from 1-0 to 2-2 while I wasn't paying attention. Had to read this thread to find out what happened.

Mom watches golf, too, but then she's 91, so maybe this action is fast for her. (Ha ha, sorry Mom.) I told Mom, golf and soccer exist to make baseball seem more interesting.

Hardly even knew what soccer was when they dropped me in a prep high school in '67. After three years of mandatory sports and hard labor summer jobs, I quit being a pasty chubbo and learned how to work and endure. Still do. Wasn't by choice, but I'm still grateful. (Thanks, Mom!)

I played soccer hard for 3 years, got good at it, and had fun when I wasn't hurting. Halfback was good for me, as I can't dribble and I wasn't heavy enough to be a fullback, plus I got a couple nice assists in now and then, and was co-captain of the B team. More than I ever expected to be.

Final HS tournament, our team wasn't the best, but we had great defense, so we held the line and beat "better" teams -- sort-of.

First game, we were still tied after double overtime, and won on corner kicks. The other team was happy about that, you bet.

Second game, we were still tied after double overtime, also tied on corner kicks, and won on coin toss. Now we had several other "better" teams po'd at us.

Third and final game, we were still tied in the second overtime, but absolutely lead-footed, gasping, our fantastic goalie dragging, one fullback playing with (as we later found) a concussion, and we were finally overrun. (I think our coach made a few mistakes, not putting some of the lesser members in at the end in his desperation to win, but I was just a kid what do I know.) That was exciting. Yay, team! and all that.

Still, watch a soccer game on TV? Oh, look! paint drying!

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