Boys will be boys....

So I am playing in an all men's soccer league right now called the SMSL. Some of my buddies that I play coed with said that other girls have played in the past and in the end the convienced me to play. Well for the first couple games some of the boys wouldn't pass to me. Go figure I am in an all guy league. Anyway 2 weekends ago I had a pretty decent game. I scored a goal about 10 minutes after I took the field. And no I didn't start, we were probably 20 minutes in when I got the goal. Now it really wasn't glorious but none the less...the ball crossed the line. I sent a cross from way out right and it went over the keepers head and the 2 defenders bobbled it and it went it. So woo hoo! Yeah me. (even though they called it an "own" goal) Now they start passing to me...interesting.

So the following weekend I am playing outside left midfielder and the opposing team sends a through ball and my mark is calling for the ball and they pass it to him. And he was all like "Oh yeah! Nice ball!"...well I beat him to it and cleared it out. And he got mad and ran his cleats down the inside of my left ankle.

(Taken right after the game)

"Thank you very much Mrs. Lippy!" Ouch! Anyway we still won and I will be good to go in no time. And just to keep you up to speed, my team is at the top of the league with 5 wins and only one loss. I think Ryan, my Brother-in-law and I are in a competition. Although I think he is winnig. He has crutches and I don't. (Sorry Ry!)

(Taken on Wednesday)