WTFC

Today my fall soccer season resumes at Lamport Stadium. I (obviously) will not be playing. My cleats and uniform cleaned and neatly put away until…maybe next year? My team had inquired if I was able to sit and cheer from the sidelines on their first game. Maybe do some sideline coaching as opposed to me screaming orders from the field as they’re accustomed to. Our team is co-ed and on the field as far as we’re concerned, gender plays no part. (Remember I had my jaw dislocated early this summer by an opponent; let’s call him Rooney!) 

 Amongst our team there’s a bit of screaming and flippant attitude, however our differences would always be settled with a pint (or two) after the game!!  We’re a mixture of ex-soccer players, potpourri jocks and newbies.

 I was totally excited at the prospect of attending the game until I realized that the theatrics of getting on to the field would most likely take away from the joy of actually being there.(Also I’m a bit shy in regards to my condition; they’re used to seeing a serious soccer chick, not a mousy and whiny woman).  I respect their joy; I don’t want them to feel bad for me.

I’ll wait a couple of more weeks and then do my cheering and hollering on the sidelines appropriately, by standing on my two feet!

Fingers Crossed.