Soccer is a huge part of my life. Well, at least it used to be. Playing for the school team sounded like a whole lot of fun, but boy was I wrong. Don't get me wrong, I had a good time, it's just…the coach. Don't even mention her to me. All she had us do was run. We'd run distance at the beginning of practice, and field sprints at the end. That killed me. Anyway, after the first couple weeks we elected team captains. They were pretty good I guess, I mean, they weren't bad or anything, but they forgot their own rules a bunch of times. Here's what happened.
The captains said they were supposed to organize an equipment list, but I think they just made one so they wouldn’t have to be in charge of all the equipment. That doesn't matter though. What matters is that once they divided the equipment evenly among the team, they happened to be in charge of one of the bags of balls. Well, I guess one day they forgot to bring them out or something, but they didn’t realize it 'til it was too late.
We were on the second one of our warm-up laps around the field, shocking I know, we actually didn’t have to run a lot that day. Boy did that change. Anyway, so we were running in our two lines parallel to each other with the two captains up front, when all of the sudden…CRASH! BOOM! SPLAT! We were all on top of each other in one big pile. "Ouch!" "Hey that hurt!" "What's going on!?" "What the hell?!" Those are just a few of the things that came out of my teammates mouths.
So the captains got up in front of us, us still on the ground complaining, and one of them opens their mouths to talk, but all that came out was, "Hahahahahahahahahahaha!" We all then burst out into laugher not even knowing quite exactly what we were laughing at. Until, the other captain decided we spent enough time laughing and that we should get to the point of all this commotion. "We forgot to bring our balls out!" Now she said this expecting us to feel sorry for them and to allow them to run and grab the bag, however, that's not the way it was taken. Another burst of laugher began, although this one seemed unstoppable.
By this time, our coach had realized we were no longer running and that in fact; we were rolling on the ground laughing. Boy she did not like that one bit. She walked over to us, but to me it seemed like she was charging at us like a very angry bull because of all the rage that I could see building up inside of her. "What do you think you're doing?!?!?!" Now it was 100% completely evident she was pretty pissed.
"Oh…uhhh," "Oh hi coach, we um," "Hehehehe," "What's up?" By these few responses you can tell we were not prepared with an excuse for our "childish behavior." So, we burst out laughing again even though we knew it was the biggest mistake we could possibly make at the moment. I thought it was funny, but somehow, through my laugher, I managed to sneak a look at my coach. I immediately stopped laughing and was actually kind of scared. There was so much anger in her face it was unbelievable.
"That's it. I was actually going to give you ladies a break today. We were going to have a fun, easy practice, full of games, but now that you've shown me you can't even run two simple laps without messing around, we're going to run." That was it. She walked away from us, leaving us all biting our tongues not to laugh again. We got up, walked over to the jug of water, stocked up on as much water as we possibly could so we wouldn't have to worry about dehydration.
That day we ended up running about four miles at my coaches pace, which is like 20 miles per hour. That killed me. So, soccer was a huge part of my life, cause I had to put up with that everyday, but now its over. And I'm quite glad about that. I don't have to see my coach anymore. Ugh, don't even mention her to me…
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