When you are counting down the days to your wedding (77 to be exact) you should never be competitive with sports. Well that is too hard for me....although with any sport I am not good at any of them so competitive and "Andrea" is just plain silly.
So its Wed, which means hot soccer action. Its a coed league-which is always a good time but sometimes the guys can forget there are a bunch of girls on the fields. Actually scratch that. The girls on the field are good. except on our team. we are learning- and when I say learning I mean running around the field hoping and praying to god that no one passes to us.
Onward. So Meghan and I are at the goal going back and forth (think of the 3 stooges) trying to get this damn ball in the net. she goes for it, almost goes in. I go for it, almost goes in. She kicks the ball really hard- I am blocking it....I kick it really hard some other chick blocks it. This goes on for at least a good 40 seconds. I am laughing b/c one of these damn balls HAS to go in. I hear the bench "ooo" and ahh" and have that "so close" response. so the ball gets cleared and I am still laughing. Meghan gives me a giggle and I tell her damn- I just wish one of those went in! So while talking and while Meghan is getting ready to sub out- the ball comes to her and she kicks it towards the goal again, well I sprint my ass over there. Its just me and the goalie. I am thinking...."Its on- you and your Miami Vice doo is out of here!"
I am on the top right of the key and going in for what I think will be a sweet ass goal if I can get the ball b/c no one was over there. Well the goalie did not want any of that to happen and decide it would be best to clear the ball out of there. Interesting. SO he clears it......
Now this is where I had enough time in my head to think "Ball...." and that is about it. I see a white soccer ball come towards me and then I felt pain that I have never felt before. I have never broken a bone (knock on wood), last time I was in the hospital I was being born (knock on wood), and the only "pain" I get is when I have a hang nail or a paper cut. The ball comes at me and hits me smack dab- right in the nose.
So I grab my face- feel my teeth with my tongue. "well my teeth are good," I thought....but my nose was in so much pain. I am bending down and this girl from the other team comes to me and says, "oh my god, are you ok?" which makes me think, "wow maybe this looked even worse then I feel right now..." I tell her I am ok, and run towards the bench for a sub.
While I am running in for a sub, and I am grabbing at my nose- Meghan says, "did you get hit?" I say, "yes" and while Jocelyn goes in for me, I take my hands away from my face and they are covered in blood. Now the only time my nose has bleed like that was when my older sister Ashley punched my in the face b/c I was "taking too long on the trampoline" and apparently is was other sister Jessica's turn on it. I think it was mutiny- but again, I was like 7 at the time. I do remember getting blood all over my sun dress and looking at her and saying, "I am telling mom and dad on you!" of course I did and of course she tried to help me get the blood off my dress so I would not tell them, but I did. I think she got in trouble, but who knows. she was "in charge" like Charles was so I am sure she got of scotch free.
Anyway, I am bleeding all over the place, I tell Meghan to clean me up, so she is getting all the blood off my face, I stick Kleenex up my nose, and I am feeling a little better. Sarah needs a sub now, so time to go out on the field. I throw the Kleenex away and I am back in the game. About 2 minutes later, the goalie clears the ball right in my stomach. Are you kidding me? I take myself out of the game. what an idiot. So after the game I am starting to feel woozy, my head is killing me, I call Steve to tell him about my injury. He tells me to put a bag of peas on my face since our ice machine at the house is broken. So I check for peas, nothing. I have no ice except for a popsicle- thats it. I go to bed early, my head is killing me. Steve tells me to check to see if my nose is swollen- toche Steve....my nose is already huge- how the hell can I tell? I call my mom- who is in Ohio at the time- to tell her this, she is concerned- but says...."This is too close to the wedding...Should we simmer down on all the sports you play for awhile?" Answer: no. Softball Tuesday is starting up and softball Thursday just started. No way.
The next day I am in so much pain. My head hurts, my nose hurts worst. There is a little swelling my the nose, but nothing you can tell. I am still blowing out bloody snot. Probably the best thing that came out of the situation was this conversation that I will leave you with:
James: (who is on the soccer team) "Hey Dre, how does your nose feel?!"
Me: "It hurts so bad....there is so much pressure- it feels like someone is sitting on my face.....I mean stepping on my face. The other way is just gross."
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