I recall back a few days ago when I was at a soccer game. It was my first time going to something moderately big with my friends without my family watching over me. I must say, it was an exhilarating experience overall. We started out, me, and my friends Ben, Vicky, Molly, and their friend, Carrisa. We were at Vicky’s house, which was somewhat close to the new stadium. We walked to the stadium from Vicky’s house, talking the whole way and laughing to much of what was said. We had a most hyper experience that was very fun. We probably looked like we were up to no good, but that only heightened the fun. We got their easily enough and pain five bucks to get in, except for Ben who had some school card that got him in for free. We got to the seats and I was shocked at how cold they were! The bleachers seemed to absorb the cold; it was like sitting on refrigerated metal. During the game I went to the concession stand twice to buy hot chocolate, it was so cold.
We came in just a little late, but still had time to watch most of the game. Golf, our friend from the Christian high school was not even in the game yet. It was like they were saving him. Then we saw him, entering the game with a proud number 2 on his shirt. It seemed like he did most of the work, pressuring the other team’s players into passing the ball, but there was no one from his team to get the ball once it was desperately kicked to a nearby player of the opposite team. But it was fun. There were some highlights, when Golf stole the ball and ran half the field, when I guy got hit in the groin by mike Johnson, our teams lead kicker, and referee that looked as gay as gay could get, when a guy performed an excellent slide tackle and managed to take the ball himself and run a little ways with it, and other amazing soccer moves. At the end, we lost 1 to 2, but we had a great time. Molly went home with her mom early, while Carrisa went home with her mom after the game, and Ben and I went with Vicky’s mom to their house where my mom picked up me and Ben and dropped Ben off before going home. We were talking about it for days to come, and I haven’t forgotten the awesome experience I had.
(it’s a school project, so it doesn’t sound very personal. sorry. lol)
