I like soccer.

So this year the nursing school started a flag football team. Since I know very few of the girls that I'm in class with on a daily basis I thought it would be a good idea to join with them in some extra-curricular fun. Can I just please share with you how this experience has been thus far?? Maybe you'll laugh, cry, wet your pants...mosty just hurt with me?
So we had practice about a week ago, and I thought I did pretty good, I made some good runs and caught the ball a whole lot more than I expected to. Trust me, I wasn't getting a big head or anything, because my skill out there definately won't ever allow it, but I felt ok about actually being on the team, like I had something to offer should someone die and need a replacement.
So the next time we met was an hour before our first game to review some of our "secret plays." They are indeed secret because we have come up with really cool code names like "incision right" or "Hail Ida"...RIP Ida V. Anyhow, I was a lineman and then we had our QB and I guess the other people were runningbacks...not real sure. So it dawned on me that I should probably pay attention to the plays just incase they put me in as a runningback/reciever person. Just as it dawned on me...they switched me out. So my first play is where the girl on my right runs behind the QB and fakes like she's recieving the ball and then I cross behind her and get the ball and make a run. Here's how it actually went. Girl on right starts running. She does her fake, and I'm just kind of in a daze. Then my legs start moving, perhaps a little to fast, and I run into her...she may have fallen over can't remember because it was all so overwhelming. Now, keep in mind I just met these people. So, rather than laugh about it and shake it off, she looks at me with a face of sheer disgust. The rest of our team is turned around staring in silence and our coach is in shock that what just happened actually happened. I wimpered a pitiful appology and got back in position. Luckily the other team never showed so we won our first game and I didn't have to maim anyone else on my team when it came to matter.
Last night was our first real game. Everything was going smoothly, I was alright at blocking and on offense I did everything I could to get around the 7 foot blonde brick wall infront of me. I even caught a pass and got open for a whole lot more but forgot to yell for the ball. So all was good until I maybe took out our best player? I pray that I will never have to know if it was me or the other team. Anyhow, this is all slightly exaggerated, but it really is kinda tough making new friends, especially out there on the turf. I miss you all and am so so grateful for your friendship. Will you come home and play football with me?