Football fun.
A few weeks ago, one of our students who works in sports ministry organized a mini-football (soccer) tournament to help build relationships between teachers and students. I love football, it's just part of growing up in the Caribbean and Latin America, so I was one of the teachers who joined in the play.
Play is a divine gift, and I opened with a prayer of thanksgiving and for our play to bring us just a bit closer to each other.
Although the games were light spirited and fun, there was still hefty competition. These girls were really tough! And it seems to me it's no good if you play without getting some bruises--and I got kicked instead of the ball more than once in the shin. Our team got second place. Due, I think to a poor referee decision that caused us to tie instead of win the final game. Another, perhaps unfortunate, part of growing up around football in Latin America is that your team never 'looses' but always gets 'cheated.' When your team wins, it is always fair. Ah. The emotions of the beautiful game! Please, bear with my fanaticism! try see it as charming folly if you can.
As for my own playing skills, all I can do is wait up front and kick the ball or pass it to someone who has an opening. The simple job of a striker! It worked. I managed two assists and two goals--one goal, believe it or not, with my left foot. I suppose because of my willingness to play, my fanatical passion, along with the goals and the assists, the students voted me Best Player of the tournament. Here the students and I receive our awards. Thanks to all, and that you Anthony for organizing everything. It was great to have non-classroom fellowship.
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3 comments:
awesome! i wish i'd come to cheer you on... where was i when this was happening?
HAAA!! do u remember when u used to go to airport and play!! im happy you scored some goals and one best player of the game, im proud of you, I miss You so much, love cathcing up on your blog, this way i know whats been going on with ya, love
It would be confusing for people to see my hair twin, like when everybody started coming up to you, calling you 'ajarn' and asking you impossible questions when you joined us at the Hindu temple. So I kept you away this time, Keel's ;)
Sis, the good ol' airport days! of course I remember. What a time. Un abrazo ...
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