Kind of nice.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Soccer is no longer my life.

That is a huge demotion to the sport of my life. Up until a year and a half ago, soccer dictated my comings and goings, what I ate, where I was, who I was friends with and to a large extent, how I felt about myself. Inevitably, I knew that would change, however, when the transition happened I was too caught up planning the wedding to mourn the end of a lifestyle.

It's only been of recent, when someone congratulates me on completing a pass. Or when I can barely leave the field after 90 minutes, because what I put on the turf could barely be called the beautiful game. People think I'm too hard on myself, and I just want to scream at them my dreams, my unexamined dreams of what I could do for the sport.

Usually after leaving a game, I wonder where I should change. Should I go more competitive, to try to pretend that I can still do it? Or do I just need to resign myself to the fact that I'll never be at that level again?

Anyways, when I got to work yesterday morning, I saw this:


Hi Leah, just a quick note. Rock and I were talking in the car and we both concurred that you are one of the best technical players on the team. You had an excellent game Monday night. We both thought that you should even think about playing midfield during parts of our future games if your comfortable with that.
You seem to be able to see the field very well and have a high soccer I.Q.
Alrighty then. Have a great week.
Carl


To say that it made my day is an understatement.

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