Thursday night was the last game of the season for my Co-Ed soccer team. We, for the fourth year in a row, won B division.
There are few original players from 4 years ago. We range in age from 20 to 50 something. I often joke I’m the second oldest player and nearly double the age of half the team.
The skill range is wide, from those who played internationally and in university or college to beginners and dabblers. I love it.
I learn a bit more about the sport each year. Apparently there are rules?
My biggest achievement is not injuring myself the past couple seasons. It means I’m not the most aggressive player on the team and occasionally find myself flinching from the ball. But hey, we aren’t out there to make money, it’s supposed to be for fun & fitness.
I love the energy of the younger players and appreciate seeing colleagues in a different mode of being. It’s given me a few more friendly faces at work and offered me new friends.
Soccer is the only team sport I do these days and I’m going to miss these lugnuts. Until next year Zidane!