I have been thrown some very humbling experiences lately. It’s becoming a trend. Mostly through interaction with others. Last night, it happened again.
Some background for this story… there’s a futsal (indoor soccer) tournament Friday night. You all know I’m a goalkeeper, right? Well, some did. Now you all do. I’m not horrible. I haven’t played in a couple months though, because I did my back (soccer related) and felt I needed some good rest. So I’m probably rusty. And the reliability of my back is basically unknown.
Well, the back feels good. Not perfect, but good. And while I don’t want to jump back into the league right now and play every week, a one-off tournament won’t kill me.
So, when I heard about this tournament, I kept my feelers out. I was arrogant enough to think I could just pop up a couple days beforehand and jump onto a team. This is despite all the teams having committed by last week.
Now, the Ladies’ section of the tournament was cancelled. Too many teams sustained injury problems and this and that happened. But the one team still keen to play was offered a spot in the Men’s section. They were unsure. They didn’t have an official goalkeeper. And they’re friends of mine. Well, I thought they were. So, gentleman that I am, I offered to keep for them. But they weren’t sure on that, either.
They decided to play. They decided to take a vote on whether to use me in goals.
I was voted out.
Ouch. I’m feeling like the kid who gets picked last for the basketball team at school.
They’re playing without a keeper. This means they would rather rotate players through goals than use me as a permanent keeper. That shit hurts, ladies. Really. That’s some cold shit.
But it isn’t all sad news, folks. Today is another day, and that apparently does mean something.
I had offers today to join three different bloke’s teams.
I suppose they found out I was fit to play. Well, now I don’t know who to play for.
But I did half-committed to a team, so I guess I’ll end up playing with them. It would be rude not to. They got in before the others, and at that point I was feeling like no-one else would want me. They’ll be fun, too. Mostly. My flatmate is on that team, and I know we’ll have a laugh. But they’re not the strongest team to offer me a spot. So it depends if I want to win or not.
Meh. Winning is for people who have something to prove.
That might be me…