Futball Reminisce

Futball. AKA: The beautiful game.

This morning I was able to play in my first intramural game for the season. I left my cleats at home on accident so we had to swap around with the other girls when I got there and I wound up playing a sport based on your feet, wearing a size 7 cleat. I am a size 9. Was it worth cramming my poor little toes in there and then pounding them again and again? Most definitely. If any of you have ever talked soccer with me, you know that I love it.

I can't remember an age where I wasn't dribbling a ball at my feet all over the house and then shooting down our long hallway to bang the door open at the end and scream "GOAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Only to have my mother yell my name at the top of her lungs and tell me to stop kicking the ball in the house. Deep down she loved having so many athletic kids, I just know it. I played on a recreation team every fall and spring til the end of 5th grade and then went out for my first competition team. I didn't make it. However, at the same time, my coach that I'd always had, started putting a team together so I made that one easy. His name was Kelly Moller, just for the record. At this point, soccer became a year round sport. Seasons in spring and fall with tournaments all summer long and indoor in the winter. Ahhhhhhh...it was so great. Then I hit 9th grade and made the high school team and played on that for two great years. However, after my second year, I made a big choice to cut way back on soccer. The girls I was playing with at this point were not great examples for the most part, the high school coach was a monster in my eyes and I had no desire to play for someone like her. And I had so much on my plate with cadets, madrigals, student government, school (high school and associates degree) that spending a minimum of 3 hours a day at soccer just wasn't going to work. However, it was an easier choice than I expected.

At this point that I started coaching, which I loved. It was a new aspect of the game. I was able to help others learn as well as learn a lot myself. Also, not being ON a team made any chance I got to play, so much fun. I could go play barefooted at the park with my friends for hours and hours and be completely content. (And then go home with purple feet. Best part.)

Now that I am at BYU I have the opportunity to be on a team again. It is co-ed so it's a bit of a difference, but it is so great to play again. It's nice to be in a legit game on occasion so that you can play with aggression and knock people on their butts. (Because you don't really play like that when you are just playin' street ball). Anyways, moral of the story, I love soccer. A lot. I can't wait to be a mom one day and coach my little kids on their teams, it will be so great. And let's be honest, I have every intention of being the world's best soccer mom. Really. Minus the mini van. Because the best soccer moms drive SUV's. Just sayin.

Most of my good soccer pics aren't digital because nobody had

digital camera's then. But this is a pic from intramurals last year

Please enlarge it and tell me what's wrong with this picture.

I thought it was funny.