woot woot more soccer

I swear after the soccer season's over I'll post other stuff I only have like 2 weeks left

Today we literally played the best team in the division. They literally win playoffs every year, it's not even fair for us. But I have a bone to pick with them real quick.

The school is called Mars. Fine, right? Well, their mascot is the fighting planets. Makes sense at first, besides the fact that it's such a sad mascot. Like, it beats me as to why they wouldn't just be the martians or smth. But whatever. They must be leaning into this whole planet idea since they're Mars. No. The actual planet they use as their mascot on everything isn't mars. It's saturn. But not even correct Saturn. Blue Saturn. Because the school named MARS has it's school colors as BLUE AND YELLOW. Like, WHAT? If you're going to go into the whole Mars thing, then actually get into it. You're giving us NOTHING. It gets me so mad for literally no reason. I'm so worked up on this every time I see them for no reason. 

The games against them are always unfair. The score is always a shutout with them winning with 5-10 goals each game. We play them twice a season. But fine. Whatever. But today, JV was actually holding them SO WELL. There were 15 seconds left in the first half, and although they'd had tons of shots, the score was still 0-0. They literally scored with a clean goal over our goalie's head as the 1 second mark was falling from the scoreboard. ADSJFKAJD IT MADE ME BOIL. I also wanted to punch this defender who was marking me, but held off. Soccer is making me realize I might have slight anger issues...at our last game, I really had to refrain from going at a few players. They kept grabbing me and pulling me and I was losing the ball because of how handsy they were, not because I'm actually clumsy or because they were actual good defenders. Just because they're illegally grabbing my arms and pulling me off my feet. Someone also cleated my THIGH and now I have what my one team mate called "tiger stripes" on my leg. They bruised over pretty nice. But, back to the present. At the game tonight, the one player from Mars said to another, "this is so embarrassing" after one of their million shots was blocked. I wanted to respond, "yea, I mean, you're losing to US" which is honestly pretty embarrassing. Not that we're the worst team in the league. There's a few who are really sad and that WE have a track record of destroying. We're pretty low-mid to be honest. But. By the end of the game, we only lost by 2 goals! Which is really impressive, considering how many shots they had and looking back at their previous destructive records. I had a few nice breakaways. I was SO close to scoring. I really just wanted to tie that game up. It would've been awesome.

The Varsity game was HELL to sit through. It's 40 degrees out, and we're just sitting on the bench. I had my entire warmup on, and my mom even brought me a blanket. I also had gloves (surprisingly, you're allowed to play in gloves). Mars was turning us into a smoothie. They weren't having as great a game as the JV...but, at the very end with like 6 minutes left, the coach called MY NAME? AND TOLD ME TO WARMUP? This was CRAZY. We either have to be losing to an unfixable standard, winning so hard they can't even touch us, or the coach realizes I'm the messiah of soccer that can win this game with just my sheer prescience on the field for me to get subbed on (unfortunately it was the first option). So with my 5 minutes (time ticked away as I waited at the half marker to get subbed on) I was going to score. I had a lot of good sprinting. At this point, I'm just trying to get in shape for track in the spring and use soccer as training. I touched the ball. Made a pass. There wasn't much for me to do. It was an EXTREMELY defensive game, nothing was on their end of the field hardly, so as a striker, my job was mostly jumping around so I didn't freeze in my European-length athletic shorts and long sleeve under armor under my jersey. It was pretty epic, being out there though. I'm glad I got the chance to go out onto the field. It was WILD. I was NOT expecting that. There's four seniors that the coach will NEVER play Varsity, for whatever reason. Most of us aren't any worse than the players on Varsity (some of us honestly better than a select few favorites that the coach pushed up during their freshmen years...) but the only one she'll ever put on the field is me. I don't think the other three have every gotten playing time outside of the mandatory senior night pity minutes starting the game, which is wild, since I've gotten BOUNDS more playing time compared to that (I was on the field three times instead of one)

Anyway. Maybe in some world this is a totally epic blog everyone anticipates to read. That's a silly world.