2025-02-08, 07:44 AM - Word count: 322
Dear Mother,
I know you and dad have the boat parked here in the marina, but I wanted to get into the habit of writing for when time zones or schedules do not align so well. If ever I thought that playing soccer professionally would be all fun and games like random pickup games are, this week has swiftly dissuaded me of that notion. Run this way, run that way, turn around run, run run. The entire training camp felt like running, I thought this was a soccer team, not a .... machine of thigh and calf destruction. "Feel the burn", "revel in the suck", I think my coach might be some sort of masochist or something.
My legs finally got a respite of sort after the rest of the team arrived and we started doing some teambuilding and planning. Surprise Surprise, but after the head coach arrived and started analyzing who all turned up, he pulled me aside to inform me that I'd likely be playing at centerback instead of on the flank. A mild disappointment, but the fact that I am needed and will be playing at all fills me with great pride. Apologies that I likely won't be able to send you and dad any fancy highlight reels for such a thankless position.
The next day I met with my trainer and saw that the previous implements of torture I'd grown accustomed to were nowhere to be seen. Was today the day that I would finally practice playing soccer at soccer practice?
NO!
"Draz - Today you jump", jump, jump, jump. I am now stuck roleplaying as mario while this jerk throws sponges at my face. Apparently this is a classic centerback drill?!? Is this even better than the running? My legs are just as sore. All I've done is exchange burning lungs for a facefull of wet sponge.
Hopefully we can send those Aussies packing.
Draz.
I know you and dad have the boat parked here in the marina, but I wanted to get into the habit of writing for when time zones or schedules do not align so well. If ever I thought that playing soccer professionally would be all fun and games like random pickup games are, this week has swiftly dissuaded me of that notion. Run this way, run that way, turn around run, run run. The entire training camp felt like running, I thought this was a soccer team, not a .... machine of thigh and calf destruction. "Feel the burn", "revel in the suck", I think my coach might be some sort of masochist or something.
My legs finally got a respite of sort after the rest of the team arrived and we started doing some teambuilding and planning. Surprise Surprise, but after the head coach arrived and started analyzing who all turned up, he pulled me aside to inform me that I'd likely be playing at centerback instead of on the flank. A mild disappointment, but the fact that I am needed and will be playing at all fills me with great pride. Apologies that I likely won't be able to send you and dad any fancy highlight reels for such a thankless position.
The next day I met with my trainer and saw that the previous implements of torture I'd grown accustomed to were nowhere to be seen. Was today the day that I would finally practice playing soccer at soccer practice?
NO!
"Draz - Today you jump", jump, jump, jump. I am now stuck roleplaying as mario while this jerk throws sponges at my face. Apparently this is a classic centerback drill?!? Is this even better than the running? My legs are just as sore. All I've done is exchange burning lungs for a facefull of wet sponge.
Hopefully we can send those Aussies packing.
Draz.
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