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soccertr
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Posted: Sat Dec 15th, 2007 12:45 pm |
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The pick up game?
Remember when you just met down the road at the empty lot?
Most parents had no idea where you were, but still felt safe.
Someone showed up with a ball and the game was on.
Remember when stragglers showed up and the “highly debated draft” was on.
Remember when uniforms were hand-me-down shorts and torn t-shirts?
Remember when “Johnny”, on that critical scoring drive, tripped over his shoe laces?
Instead of criticism and jeers, everyone rolled on the ground laughing.
Remember when tempers flared?
They were quickly dismissed by a joke about your ugly shoes?
Remember when the time clock clicking down was the sun setting and darkness approaching?
Remember when scores did not matter and your trophy was that bruise on your thigh?
Ah yes, the pick up game.
Now I remember.
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uprightboy
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Posted: Tue Dec 25th, 2007 03:11 am |
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...and I also remember putting a small goal in my front yard this past Summer for my son to work on. Many kids, all ages, stopped to watch and eventually played. Some knocked on my door and asked for a ball when we were not out playing. Now, some of those kids who had not played soccer before are playing for our High School Team and YMCA league. 1 Goal + 1 Ball = Great Contribution to Community Youth.
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soccertr
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Posted: Wed Dec 26th, 2007 05:45 pm |
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True...
It is getting harder and harder for kids to find pick up games in the area.
The neighborhood game is a GREAT game.
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Posted: Fri Jan 4th, 2008 01:53 am |
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soccertr wrote: The pick up game?
Remember when you just met down the road at the empty lot?
Most parents had no idea where you were, but still felt safe.
Someone showed up with a ball and the game was on.
Remember when stragglers showed up and the “highly debated draft” was on.
Remember when uniforms were hand-me-down shorts and torn t-shirts?
Remember when “Johnny”, on that critical scoring drive, tripped over his shoe laces?
Instead of criticism and jeers, everyone rolled on the ground laughing.
Remember when tempers flared?
They were quickly dismissed by a joke about your ugly shoes?
Remember when the time clock clicking down was the sun setting and darkness approaching?
Remember when scores did not matter and your trophy was that bruise on your thigh?
Ah yes, the pick up game.
Now I remember.
You took it back all the way back to the older days. Gosh you have me thinking about those good old days. I use to admire those games everytime they happened. If they only knew.
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