This morning I went to Autumn's soccer game. I have to make sure that I get to at least one game for each grandkid. On the drive home I thought about my own 3 yr soccer career.
I played two years on a new team in a women's league in Cincinnati. At first we were so darned polite, and then we learned to be assertive and beyond. The proudest moment of my entire soccer playing life was the day I got yellow carded! I know I strutted around like the Queen of Sheba, my coaches looked at me with a new admiration, and my team mates were also in admiration plus maybe a little envious.
I was never all that good at the game - I had no power in my kick, but I trained myself to kick with my left foot, so I nearly always got to play. Left footed kickers are scarce and so are in high demand, at least they were then. I also played "smart" to make up for my lack of power. After the first season I quit smoking which I had started at age 14, because I thought I could be a star if only I could run better. I was never a star but I ran much better and without nearly choking to death.
First year: (I'm second row from top, 3rd from left). These are old photos that I scanned and I know they won't show up well in Blogger. You can try clicking on them to enlarge, but I apologize for the lack of clarity.
Second year: (I'm top row, 3rd from right)
After the two years playing in a female league I went over to a co-ed team - that didn't last very long because I soon realized the men wanted to score the goals and did everything they could to keep the ball away from women on their own team. They also tried to play the game like American football, and would hurt you in a heartbeat and not feel bad about it.
I got all "soccered out" then because not only did I have practices and games, but toward the last I had 3 kids who had practices and games. I had some heavy-duty scheduling! Now I really don't like any kind of sports.
I cooked some kidney beans this afternoon for a soup I intend to make in the next day or two. I only gave the shaker of cayenne a couple of tiny little shakes, but dang, you'd think I dumped a couple of tablespoons in there. I'll be breathing fire!