Remember when I was bouncing off the walls because school soccer was starting? You should. That was, like, two posts ago.
Anyways, I'm on JV. I figured I would be. Just because I lurve soccer, doesn't mean I'm fantastico at it. So, that is all fine and dandy because I'll get enourmous amount of playing time on JV and I know I'll get pulled up to Varsity later.
Well...you know what isn't cool about JV? The fact that we suck. Like no joke. The JV team is tredding AYSO territory here. It's terrible because half of the JV is really good and is just a little bit short from Varsity, while the other half can't chest the ball because they mess up and hurt their boobs.
Yesterday, Coach Jack talked to us about speed dribbling. Then he had to tell us how to kick the ball so it stays on the ground (locked ankle, foot up, follow through with knee). Yes, it is that remedial.
What also sucks is the size of the JV. We have 14 players. At first I'm thinking, "Yeah! Lots of playing time!" Then I realize that it means atleast 4 really bad players will be playing at all time. Of course,
someone is going to tear an ACL*, and it'll probably be one of the ten good players.
We would have had more players on the team, but some girls decided to "negotiate" with the coaches when they found out they made JV. And by "negotiate" I mean "cried and got their mommy to call the Head Coach and complain until he agreed to put the kid on Varsity". Atleast Cute Coach isn't coaching my high school team, because then the only way to get on Varsity would be to act like a slut and
hop into a jacuzzi with him**.
Another good thing about such a sorry JV? I have a good chance of being el capitano.
* Cuz, someone
always tears an ACL. Why is that? Why not an those other ligaments? And why doesn't the boys team tear ACLs at the rate the girls team does?
** Actually, that's mean. I talked to Cute Coach recently and he told me his side of the story. He didn't smoke pot or drink with Chaslini & Marilu, and he made
them do the laundry. Something about Chaslini washing my dirty socks makes me so happy. I still think he's a dumb frat boy, though. I just wish he wasn't so damn hot.