![]() ![]() It still got me every time.īut if what he wanted, was for me and the team to show him just how girls played, he got his wish. ![]() ![]() I wasn’t surprised after that initial first practice, following what I would call Interrogation Day, when he took ripping me a new one to a totally different level.īlah, blah, blah, fuck, blah, blah, blah, something-something-shit, blah, blah, blah.īut my favorite thing that came out of his mouth was “Is that how girls play soccer?” Since then I hadn’t given him a single ride home. Proceeding to give him shit for using his injury as an excuse was just the icing on the cake. T he next two weeks of my life could be summed up in three keywords: physical and emotional hell.Īny kind of bond I’d formed with Kulti had been shattered the day I pressed him for answers in my car. I brought the attention of a perfectionist down on me, and there was no one else to blame for it. In the words of my brother, I did it to myself. Pitying a man with the ability to make my life a living hell on the field, a man who had once upon a time held a passion for soccer that seemed to light him up from the inside out, it was like I turned a force of nature against me.įorget that I’d tried to be nice to him, that I’d driven him home and never insisted on knowing why he had me take him instead of his driver or a taxi or Gardner or Grace, or just about anyone else that had more of a relationship with him than I did. I knew because I was well aware how much I hated anyone feeling sorry for me. ![]()
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