One of the great things about soccer is that it is not a school-sanctioned sport. To me this said that I could play another season of soccer with my friends from Socastee and Waccamaw without the normal High School rivalry between these schools. Year after year, the schools pulled pranks on each other, sometimes nothing big, but sometimes something big. I remember my freshman year, when a few guys I knew went over to Socastee and painted their skylight in their commons. When the sun shined into the skylight, it reflected a big WHS onto the floor, talk about a cool prank, but hey they got a free vacation.
This season wasn 't just any season though. We had a new coach, and we were also playing competitive soccer. What was competitive soccer? …show more content…
With all the daytime activities finished, we all went back to the hotel, and got some well needed rest, except for Emily and myself. We were at the hotel, not roaming the streets and causing problems, or at least to the people out there. The hotel had armed us with the most annoying weapon we could have, the telephone. Room after room, we kept calling and hanging up until about 12, when we went room to room when we found another weapon in our sight, the remote! We found out that all the TV 's in the hotel were the same, so we went window to window, peeking through the curtains, trying to turn on any TV 's possible, man were some people ticked off at us. After many more hours of phone calls and TV fun, we eventually went to …show more content…
Oh boy were we ready or what, we had taken tons of shots on the goalie, and been running around crazy, I thought I was at my peak. Then we get to the sideline, and I found out that I don 't get to start, man was I angry, but I contained it. Eventually I got in, within 2 minutes of when I entered, there was a Cesa girl coming down the field on my side, I charged her as hard as I could. I pounded the ball away, we had a huge collision, and my ankle was laying a few inches lower than it should. The referee stopped the game and I got up and went to the sideline. Emily’s dad was there, he is a Doctor, and he told me that it was out of socket, but then it popped back in. So I was sitting on the sideline for a bit and my coach asked me how I felt, I said good and asked if I could get back in, she said, "Sure, but in a bit." So I started stretching, and moved my leg with my ankle and heard a noise that sounded like thunder to me. My ankle was out again, and then it popped back in, you want talk about pain, that was painful. Later that day, we had another game, of course, it’s a tournament. My ankle was throbbing once and a while with quick jolts of pain, but I figured I could still drive. I had no clue how to get to where the next game was, so I had to follow our coach. Suddenly 2 more people cram into my car, so we had 4 people in the front of a car. Next thing I know, there are
This season wasn 't just any season though. We had a new coach, and we were also playing competitive soccer. What was competitive soccer? …show more content…
With all the daytime activities finished, we all went back to the hotel, and got some well needed rest, except for Emily and myself. We were at the hotel, not roaming the streets and causing problems, or at least to the people out there. The hotel had armed us with the most annoying weapon we could have, the telephone. Room after room, we kept calling and hanging up until about 12, when we went room to room when we found another weapon in our sight, the remote! We found out that all the TV 's in the hotel were the same, so we went window to window, peeking through the curtains, trying to turn on any TV 's possible, man were some people ticked off at us. After many more hours of phone calls and TV fun, we eventually went to …show more content…
Oh boy were we ready or what, we had taken tons of shots on the goalie, and been running around crazy, I thought I was at my peak. Then we get to the sideline, and I found out that I don 't get to start, man was I angry, but I contained it. Eventually I got in, within 2 minutes of when I entered, there was a Cesa girl coming down the field on my side, I charged her as hard as I could. I pounded the ball away, we had a huge collision, and my ankle was laying a few inches lower than it should. The referee stopped the game and I got up and went to the sideline. Emily’s dad was there, he is a Doctor, and he told me that it was out of socket, but then it popped back in. So I was sitting on the sideline for a bit and my coach asked me how I felt, I said good and asked if I could get back in, she said, "Sure, but in a bit." So I started stretching, and moved my leg with my ankle and heard a noise that sounded like thunder to me. My ankle was out again, and then it popped back in, you want talk about pain, that was painful. Later that day, we had another game, of course, it’s a tournament. My ankle was throbbing once and a while with quick jolts of pain, but I figured I could still drive. I had no clue how to get to where the next game was, so I had to follow our coach. Suddenly 2 more people cram into my car, so we had 4 people in the front of a car. Next thing I know, there are