In my Skokie, I drop my gear on the ground as I step on to the battlefield.
I start at my position, the whistle blows.
The soccer war begins...our team has the ball. The ball is passed to me.
I get past six people and I make two of them fall.
I fake to the left, and go to the right. I fake to the right, and fake to the left.
I shoot the ball...
I miss.
All of my teammates are yelling at me. Some say I'm a ball hog, and I sort of agree.
I guess I get too caught up with all of my tricks and I just want to finish them off.
That usually never happens.
Next thing I know, I have the ball again.
I see two enemies approaching.
I pass the ball, I get it back and I SHOOT!
I SCORE!
The goalie hangs his head in shame.
I celebrate by doing a backflip.
After all of the joy, I realize something, one of my teammates is injured.
“WE GOT A MAN DOWN!”, I yell.
The match has ended.
We won the game.
I feel proud as I grab my gear and head home.