Soccer's my Sport

I believe, in a previous blog, that when it comes to gym class soccer is my demise. It's not that I'm not a good player. Actually, to toot my own horn, I must admit that soccer is my game and I can play it hands down (hehe get it?).

But, anyway, let me get to today's point. Soccer is my sport, but my current gym class has a strange practice when it comes to the game. Let me paint you a picture:

First thing you need to know is that we play soccer inside. Yep, you read right, we play soccer INSIDE. Personally I think that should be against the law, but whatever *shrug*. But that's not even the worst thing. My coach has us play with a plastic bouncy ball.

So, obviously I never got into the game that much in gym class. Indoors and with a bouncy ball. What has the world come to?

But, that is not the story today (or last week because I am a little late with this blog post). Today my coach brought out a REAL soccer ball. We were still going to play inside, but this opened up a whole other world for me. The world I love and cherish. The world of soccer.

Before I continue, I need to warn you about something. The kids at my school are under the impression that I am a calm, little, quiet, polite girl. Now, I am a very polite and respectful person, but I'm rarely quiet when I'm outside of those concrete walls of BV High School. But, that's how they know me. I like to keep out of every one's way so the day goes by without a hitch. So, it wouldn't be far off the marker to say that my classmates were a little shocked when I literally elbowed (not hit mind you, but elbowed) one of the opposing players out of my way and stole the ball right out from under her feet.

That's right, soccer is my sport. I take no mercy, take the game as serious as a heart attack, and am in it to win it.

Which, we did, by the way. My team won :D

Well, that's is my blog for today. Next time I'll make sure the story I tell is humorous instead of informative.

Until next time,
Stasia