Current mood:	impressed
Current music:	Back in Black
Entry tags:	field hockey, friends (?), importance, winning

I got a goal in Field Hockey so I'm not completely worthless
Friday's game against Belaire, I got a total amount of 9 minutes playing time and I might be exaggerating because it felt like even less than that. We tied the game one to one and went into double overtime where either team could not seem to place the ball in the goal.

Strokes.

Mrs. Blakeney asked the team rather smoothly who was confident in their strokes. Having taken only one perfect practice stroke before warming up with the girls and being the closest one to her at the time my hand was the first and only one to shoot up strongly and confidently. Features void of any emotion except determination. She put me in first but moved me to the fourth spot so my friend Joan could get hers over with. Before we even headed toward the field I felt like I needed to pee.

I walked with my head held high to the twenty-five-yard line. Maybe because I thought if I did so it would indicate to my parents that, yes, I was actually an important player at the time.

After settling in the correct area of the field we silently watched Casandra attack the balls flying directly towards her or rolling flat on the ground then cheered after each success. We watched Joan score her goal quite skillfully and the next two team members not so much. It was my turn. The first thing that went through my mind as I picked up the ball was "Stay silent, do not celebrate after wards" ( I was confident) I pretended to look up at the goalie then placed the ball on the very end of the stroke line. "Set the ball any where on the line." the referee had told me calmly and a bit late; I was already setting my feet a comfortable distance away from the ball "Comfortable distance, feet together" I remembered as I began to bend my knees, focusing only on the ball.

The whistle blew.
(at least I think it did. I can't quite remember that part)

"Take it fast." There was a moment's hesitation then...

Flick.

The next thing I see is the ball hitting the net. I remember not being too surprised at first. I did as I told myself not to do and did not celebrate until I got back to my team where I jumped for joy and hugged everybody all at once. Then I felt great. I couldn't believe it. I do not think that I won the game though. It was all the girls in over time running their asses off, Casandra being a beast and Joan getting that first stroke. I just added to the fire.

I just hope all this doesn't get to my head.