Kicking at Midday
At midday the good old soccer team lines up, the field and sets up for the first period; the coach of the opposing team prepares his team, puffs them up full of pride, and perservarance to kick some serious soccer balls and win sum for the local community where the game be at.
Little timothy in the corner of the field, crying in dismay from being “let go” from the team, because he “played like a pussycat”, his mother approached hers son and in love said “what does pussycat mean? Honey and why did they “let you go”” The son looked up and said “They called me a pussycat because I played like one, that’s what the boys call the girls at school…’(at about this point the tear drops get thicker, almost sagging his eyes, steaping down his face)
“Oh Tim, don’t let that get to you, its just a game honey, there will be other teams, let me talk to the coach”
Tim said “ok, u try mother”
Timothy watched her mother lay the vocal smackdown on his old soccer coach, and watched him give in to her vocal insanities, she had him in good. So I was able to play soccer after that, I scored the final goalpoint and we won.
Later I found out that mommy, actually bribed Mr. Coach to a date with her, that’s how I got to play on the team again; and now 2 years later.. Mr. Coach(Grimly), is my new daddy, and he takes me out everyday and kicks grass with me everyday, soccer all the time. Strange how things in my little life come together. And to think all of this was over me playin` on a soccer team.
Endo
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