This was taken at 7:38 this morning:
My team is the one SO READY to play, even though it was half an hour before the game was scheduled to start and only one member of the opposing team had shown up yet.
This season we got screwed over by the league and put in a lower division than we should have been. Like my Dad always says, the best way to fight back against an injustice in sports is with your play on the field – obviously, we had to win the division. That was our goal from the beginning of the season and the orange team were the only ones standing in our way. Both of us were undefeated, making us tied for first in the division. By a fluke of scheduling we ended up playing them twice in a row – and the very last two games of our season no less. Is this starting to sound like the plot of an inspirational sports movie? Just wait it gets better.
Last week we tied after being up 1-0 for most of the game. It was not a happy outcome. So this week, we strategized, we practiced, we analyzed. One of us may even have refused to wash her lucky orange socks. We walked onto that field more focused and hyped up than we have been all season. Ready to win the game, the division, and maybe just a little more respect. If it had been a movie, this is probably when we would have found the deeper meaning of it all and come to a profound realization about our lives and possibly humanity as a whole. Instead, we just won the soccer game.
Division champs – I like the sound of that.