ive never been one for sport,
but i did play soccer when i was younger.
i remember uncomfortable sports shirts,
and sweaty kneepads,
and hands furiously rubbing a towel against my drenched head.
i didn't hate playing,
but i knew it wasn't something i got excited about.
my dad wanted me to play,
i think he actually gave me a choice on whether i wanted to or not,
but i was too young to realise you could say no to your parents.
I'd always play the same position:
left wing defense
but even then i played like a forward,
i just didn't think i was deserving of the title
i always felt out of place there,
surrounded by so many skinny boys who enjoyed the sport,
i wish i could run as fast as him,
oh he already knows how to curve his kicks,
he's really good at headbutting the ball,
all the girls in our grade know his name
it's quite funny,
how a team sport
can make you feel so lonely.
and now i can't be near a large section of grass
mud mixing with white lines
and a few flags in the corners
and not feel a slow, mechanical churn in my stomach
ive never been one for sport,
but i used to play soccer when i was younger.
and don't even get me started on basketball.
