Yeah. That's me with the ball.
In competitive game everyone knows 'it's all about the ball',
hence, 'be the ball!'
I don't play competitively anymore with rules, points, pushing, striving against angry sweaty strange men (yuck).
.........although I seem to be having a better time though.
Who would've thought?!
Recreation. Quite a concept.
There was a time for sure, when I was actually AFRAID of this thing called 'the ball'. That's right!
.........all of me, 6'2", athletic, driving down the field,
........(on my tippy toes)
Figure, this small inanimate object with no personality nor character ten times smaller than me, and I'm still intimidated......
'the ball' (if that's what you want to call it) was something to be protected from......
UNTIL ONE DAY!!!!!!
........my coach who had been continuously ridiculed by all of the parents for being 'too determined' and hard driving as if he were living out some begotten form of discipline that had been 'lacking in his childhood" (give me a break)
could not stomach my indifference anymore and shouted out from the sidelines rudely (but rather effectively),
"Get your ass up that field and score a goal!!!"
......all logic, rationale, hours, days, years of verbal explanation for why and how I should score my first goal placed aside,
I did this actual game get my first goal!
Despite the parents being impressed, they still continued to hate this coach but became more soft spoken in their criticisms. Thankfully, he was elected for every season of the next 20 years so that they could still have someone to scapegoat. : )