violence is not the ans- well, maybe this time..

We had our first soccer game today, the first soccer game of the last season of soccer that I will ever play. Sad story. Continuing on... We played Onstead at home and honestly, we were a bit worried. The day before in practice did not look pretty and we did not look pretty together, so nerves were definately there. I got bumped back to right midfield instead of forward; we had to do some rearranging because of some suspended players which was somewhat bogus in my eyes. We started the game and scored a goal in the first 30 or so seconds. It was awesome :) Brittany Jones opened up the game. We continued to play beastly and by halftime, we were up 3-1 thanks to Andi, Lauren, and Brittany's 30 second wake up call. After the half, we went back out, same starters and scored sometime (I don't remember exactly when) off of a corner kick which BA Andi headed in! Definately deserving of an exclamation mark :) 30 seconds after that, I put one in as well. We continued to play hard and keep it interesting throughout the rest of the game. Especially the last 30 seconds. This is when it gets interesting.
There was about 15 or so seconds left in the game and I was chasing after a ball to prevent it from going out. #10, a rather big and wanna-be BA girl, came up behind me and literally, pushed me in the back with her hands but kicked the ball out of bounds at the same time. I was pissed that she pushed me and she knew it too so I whipped around and just "accidentally" bumped into her. She responded by getting in my face and saying, "Whatcha gonna do about it huh? Whatcha gonna do about it?" Now typically I would preach, "Violence is not the answer. Shy from punching, kicking, or spitting and just beat them with the score and with kindness." The only thing keeping me from jacking that ______ (insert own word) in the face was Mr. Wolodkin grabbing my arm and telling me to take a minute. Because there wasn't much time left in the game, the ref did nothing but tell the girl to watch it. I picked up the ball to throw in and was so angry that I was crying and shaking. The game was over three seconds after and I had to wait a second to drop the ball so I wouln't chuck it at Ms. Sassy Pants' face. Wolodkin then preceeded to grab me and make sure I didn't jack her in the face when we shook hands.

I have never been so upset about something in my entire life. I remember David talking about times guys got in his face and how bad he wanted to punch them. Now I know exactly what that feels like. I've honestly never wanted to hit someone. All I know is that the next time we play Onstead, someone is getting laid out. Hard. And I'm gonna look at her and tell her to check the score :)