Today is the next BIG game in World Cup Soccer. It’s USA vs Belgium and it’s do or die for the US team.
Photo courtesy of US Soccer
Everything rides on this game–well not actual life or death–but world cup elimination. And this team has become the scrappy underdog of the World Cup. And with each touch of the ball they are endearing themselves to their country and beyond. I’m trying not to get my hopes up to high, but I can’t help it–I haven’t been this jazzed about an American Team since the Olympic Men’s Hockey Team that beat Russia to take the goal when I was a kid. Miracle on Ice! Thinking of that still twists my gut and gives me chills. This team has the heart to go further than any US team has ever gone before. And because soccer is my favorite sport ever–I am giddy with excitement to see what happens today.
Why is this US team so good? In my humble opinion, t’s their teamwork, their dedication and their heart. They are also pretty darn classy. Soccer is a rough sport, but they haven’t bit anyone in frustration. *shakes head*
But that’s not all they have, this group of guys also has mad ball skills. Okay–maybe their not always as good as some of the other teams. (That’s where all that heart and dedication fills in the gaps) But they are pretty freaking competitive. And just like everyone else–writers included. (I know you were waiting for that transition LOL!) They have to practice. If you want to excel at what you do, you have to hone your craft daily. Whether it’s touches on the ball or words on the page–you have to put in your time. Just like this…
http://youtu.be/-T7zyezBkuY
When you do–magic happens.
I love this commercial so much, I’m even willing to post it knowing it’s from MacDonalds *sigh* Not my favorite company. But when I look at the people and the message beyond “buy my horrible food” I think it’s a good one. THERE SHOULD BE JOY IN THE PRACTICE OF YOUR CRAFT. You should be exhilarated by what you do. And proud. So, please help me root for our boys today. They deserve our support. And make time to passionately pursue your art. And don’t eat at MacDonalds–seriously–I’ll feel bad if posting this video backfires. Go get some healthy, chemical free, sustainable food by a farm or company that provides humane treatment to it’s animals and staff. You can’t be your best self if you consume crap.
Do you love soccer? Have you been following team USA? Are you writing daily? Do you notice the difference when you put in the time?
Tags: FIFA, Kim Sabatini, Kimberly Sabatini, practice, soccer, USA, World Cup, writing
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I say it loud. I say it often. My writer friends and colleagues are my tribe. They get me in a very unique way. My inner goober fits right in with the kid-lit crowd and I often wonder how I went my whole life without them.
The reason I did so well was because I’ve had other amazing groups of people in my life who love me and support me. You know my family is everything to me. *heart squish* And you’ve heard me talk about how much my dance family feeds my creative soul. Now it’s time for you to meet my soccer family. I get such a kick (yeah, I said it) out of being a part of this amazing group of people.
I’ve been playing Beacon Soccer since I was in 5th grade.
My first soccer team-I’m in the middle with the Dorthy Hamill haircut. *shudders*
I wasn’t very good that first year, but I had a blast and I learned so much from my coach Mr. Franzenburg. And while I was learning to play, my dad was learning to coach. He went on to start Beacon’s first girls traveling team, which became the first JV girls soccer team, which became the first girls varsity soccer team at Beacon High School. We did it all-together. We went straight from soccer fields to proms. We had amazing wins and horrific losses. We ran a lot of hills with an angry German accent nipping at our heels. We taped our injuries, including my broken nose and kept playing. We drank jungle juice and dotted our shirts with chalk. We were a team. When I graduated, we won a Conference Championship with my very first soccer coach as my final coach. I spent my life being mentored by my father and a man I loved like a father. It was amazing.
I have the best memories.
And I’m making more all the time. Now I do the coaching.
I hear my father and Mr. Franzenburg whispering in my ear as I pass down the things that they taught me. It makes me miss my dad and it makes me wish that Mr. Franzenburg was still local. It also makes me proud to be a part of something I still think of as my family. And you know you’re with family when sooner or later–everyone finds their way home.
It’s become a tradition–the Saturday after Thanksgiving is Alumni Day at the soccer field.
Not everyone makes it every year. And enough time has gone by now, where we have to introduce the “older” generation of players to the new. And of course we always let a few of the next generation fill in–they’ll be alumni soon enough. But what I love the most is that I still have as much fun playing with my soccer sisters as I always have. I’m still full of pride at what we started and what has continued to grow. These are special people to me and my life is rich because I’ve had them in it.
Thank you ladies–you make me feel so good.
By definition, a beacon is a a fire or light set up in a high or prominent position as a warning, signal, or celebration. That can’t be a coincidence. I’m always proud to be a Bulldog. Love you.
Tags: alumni, Beacon Soccer, coaching, Kim Sabatini, Kimberly Sabatini, Lady Bulldogs, soccer, YA Author, YA Novel, YA Writer
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