Fun facts: When I was a little squirt, I played soccer.
And hated it's guts.
And, y'know, there's always that one kid.
Who looks at you
Right in the face
Right before you make your fist goal
In your first real game
And picks it up
Right in front of you
AND STARTS THE WHOLE ROUND OVER
And there was this one kid
on the only day I forgot my shinguard's, mind you
Who kicked me in the shins with his cleats hard.
He said it was an accident, but I think it was one of those 'in the moment' things he saw another kid do, and just realized how stupid it was after and apologized, so I got no beef on that kid because that was an accident, (mostly) but PICKING UP THE BALL BEFORE I EVEN MADE THE GOAL AND I WAS SO CLOSE.
I never made a goal the entire season.
And yes, I'm the kid who questioned why the cog everyone got trophies.
And it just made me feel bad, 'You Tried!'.
Obviously not hard enough.