False Keeper

Senior year, cranium processing plant #---Varsity soccer team - seasoned veterans of the pitch, and I was somewhere between "water boy" and "bench warmer". Try as I might, never got any playing time. Junior varsity, junior junior varsity always haunting. Relegated, demoted. I struggled through the first game with the Great Cliff B. minding the net. But wait, he chokes, one goal against, another goal against, a third, a forth? The team collapses in defeat. Went home with tails tween the legs. Next practice coach scrutinizes the bench. Even before he asked the question I jumped up, and the next thing you know, I'm varsity goal keeper. Next game: Powerhouse CCP up Maine. I can't remember if I shut 'm out, but I remember being on the shoulders of me team mates as we celebrated the first of many victories.