'We Like to Kick It'

Yeah, so this was basically us last night. No, not the red guy.

We have 14 people on our team, supposedly, but all of 7 showed last night, which was promptly reduced to 6 when the ref bounced the guy with no shin guards a few seconds in to the game. Amazingly, I ended up playing forward for the first half, as I actually knew what I was doing and wasn't completely out of shape. I did my best as 'captain', which I didn't realize was my title until 5 minutes before the game. I was yelling and running my little behind off, but to no avail. We staved off the offense the first half, but with no subs on our side and constant subbing for the other team, we got worn out and gave up 4 the second. We got on the board with one textbook goal, somehow, and that felt so good.

I sent out an email updating the rest of our 'team' on our loss and sent a little guilt trip to get people to show next week. I figure if the captain has any duties besides calling the coin toss, that should be it, right? I just want to know where my fancy black arm band is.

I forgot how much fun it is to rush people and boot the ball away. "SHUT DOWN!" It's so not my personality to get a kick out of physical confrontation, but it's a passion of mine that I hope to practice for a long time. Maybe one day I could move up from "super social" to just plain "social" division. A girl can dream...