I guess I was coddled and precious growing up in KW, where we never played soccer in a gym (except for that one season where we had a personal trainer and played crab soccer, and I don't even want to think about that) because we always had Bechtel Park and Budd Park, and now RIM park, and generally, all of the indoor fields we could ever use, and we always got first access to them because we were (cough) rep teams.
So the fact that I am playing soccer in a gym now is pretty funny. I mean funny, haha. People sprint around and crash into each other at top speed and kick the ball against the wall as hard as they possibly can and always get tangled up in those gym-separator curtains and scream about it without any indication of knowing how ridiculous they look. I know I also look pretty ridiculous when I fall down for no reason (but I do that in outside soccer too) or say, get a ball kicked into my face from two metres away and then my face is numb for half an hour and I can't make words right or smile.
Indoor soccer is like a combination of soccer (5%), physics (25%) and UFC (70%). Sometimes you pass the ball towards a teammate or the net, a lot of the time you think about angles of reflection, and most of the time you just wail on some dude. And yet we love soccer so much that we will risk our ankles and knees and dignity and travel all the way out to god knows where (thanks, ttc trip planner) in order to do it.
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