Johnson strutted through the sweating mass of wriggling 8 th graders, a track-suited Moses parting the Red Sea. His red and white sneakers squeaked on the wooden gym floor like dolphins engaged in an absurd screaming match. His muscular frame flexed as he moved, brown hair blending into his deeply tanned skin, sapphire blue eyes, appraising us all.
After a while, just sitting around talking got a little limited; it was a sunny day, the park was pleasant and we wanted to be doing something. And we headed out to play.
This entry was posted on Thursday, June 19th, at am and is filed under You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2. And during one of my shifts on offense, as I stood near the opposing goal, a shot from the near the sideline yes, the touch line for purists ricocheted into the air and flew toward me. Sure, we said. And then we realized that shirts and skins would not work for the girls.
I was a skin. But I saw the goaltender roll his eyes in chagrin and disbelief, and I was pretty damned pleased.
You can leave a responseor trackback from your own site. Volleyball, gymnastics and basketball followed during the fall of We boys looked around at each other and shrugged. The ball glanced off the side of my head.
After the meal, we sat around the park, breaking down into the same clusters that had defined our class pretty much through high school.
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But we were young and healthy, and we had fun. Someone had organized a graduation picnic for the Tech seniors, and I suppose about of us showed up, gathering at a park in the nearby burg of Sauk Rapids to munch on — if I recall things correctly — Kentucky Fried Chicken and its fixings.
But I could tell as the ball approached that it would be too far off the ground to be able to do that anyway. But it did fly past the goaltender and between the tables for a goal. So I tried to do what I had seen some players do during the few times I had watched soccer on television.
Half of us stripped off our shirts, and we got set for a game of shirts vs. This startled us for a moment. It was, of course, ragged and disorganized.
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As I kept an eye on the first games of the World Cup in Brazil this week, I was reminded of the only time I ever played soccer the game that the rest of the world calls football. Girls playing sports? Soccer was something we occasionally played in phy ed, but it was not a sport we knew well.
So do I. Saturday Single No. Tags: DonovanTemptations This entry was posted on Thursday, June 19th, at am and is filed underIt was not, as they say, well-struck. Someone, however, did have a soccer ball.
Tags: DonovanTemptations. This was just a few years before girls began playing varsity sports in Minnesota.
I jumped and directed the ball goalward with my head. We looked around, found a relatively open space maybe thirty yards wide and fifty yards long, and we improvised goals at each end of the space by setting pairs of picnic tables on their ends about ten feet apart.
After we placed the tables into position, we boys counted off by twos. Echoes In The Wind Hear that music in the distance? There were ball diamonds in the park, but it seems that no one had thought to bring balls, bats or gloves. Why not?
I was not athletically gifted. It was in late May or early Juneright around the time of my graduation from St. Cloud Tech High School. Mail will not be published required. There might have been an intramural league, I suppose, but there was no varsity soccer team at the time.
That would work. But then, we boys were creatures of our times. Name required. Amazingly, I did not break either my nose or my glasses.