Minnow to Mackerel, Time for Some Change...

Soccer has been one of my favorite sports to blow off steam and forget about 'life' since I can remember. It's unfortunate that the States don't really appreciate the sport as much as the rest of the world. My newest stepbrother, Sean, had a high school soccer game tonight that I watched from the freezing cement bleachers at Catholic High School. I was stoked, it's invigorating to watch that many kids play my favorite sport at a level I was once at. The only thing that bothered me the entire time was the coaching. He centered on bullying and yelling and didn't really coach at all. Sean and his team were doing a sluggish yet well organized job of playing the game. By the end of it I couldn't help but open my opinionated mouth. After their goal, which was the only goal of the game, everyone's attitude went from aw shucks to 'hey we won'. It was disappointing to watch so many kids care so little. Nobody wins halfway through a game, and a goal is nothing to people who want to win. The big teams are coming up for them soon, as the season just started; I'm going to start assistant coaching and whooping their asses. I really hope I can make a difference, and perhaps beat Gulf Breeze and Catholic. It would mean a lot to my brother, and I'm fairly sure I'd die of happiness if I helped and watched Escambia High School become a dominant soccer team for once. And I get to play with a soccer ball. Allllll the timmmmeeeee.