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TheMalcolmConnection · 02-02-2005, 09:17 PM

I played soccer one season when I was in high school. I normally only played football and for some reason, I wanted to play a spring sport and I thought that soccer was the way to go. Nothing against soccer players, I love the game, but the soccer players in our district were the biggest bunch of tree-hugging pansies to ever play a sport. I'm not saying I was a huge guy, but I was bigger and stronger than most of them. Granted, they were all MUCH more talented than me, which was why I was goalie.

Anyway, the whole begins when my friend (who played stopper) and I had a game against the state champs, Blacksburg. They had this one guy who looked like Satan, crazy beard and everything. The guy straight up grabs my friend by his wang and then the punches just starting coming. My friend Mark, who probably has the worst temper of anyone I've ever seen, proceeded to punch the REF in the face and then throw the Satan-kid down and kick the ever-loving shit out of him. The benches clear and in the end, there were 3 broken jaws and Mark ruptured the testacles of the Satan-kid.

Needless to say Mark and I were kicked off the team and proceeded to play baseball the rest of our high school careers.

02-02-2005, 09:17 PM	#6
TheMalcolmConnection I like big (_\|_)s. Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Charlottesville, Virginia Age: 44 Posts: 19,264	I played soccer one season when I was in high school. I normally only played football and for some reason, I wanted to play a spring sport and I thought that soccer was the way to go. Nothing against soccer players, I love the game, but the soccer players in our district were the biggest bunch of tree-hugging pansies to ever play a sport. I'm not saying I was a huge guy, but I was bigger and stronger than most of them. Granted, they were all MUCH more talented than me, which was why I was goalie. Anyway, the whole begins when my friend (who played stopper) and I had a game against the state champs, Blacksburg. They had this one guy who looked like Satan, crazy beard and everything. The guy straight up grabs my friend by his wang and then the punches just starting coming. My friend Mark, who probably has the worst temper of anyone I've ever seen, proceeded to punch the REF in the face and then throw the Satan-kid down and kick the ever-loving shit out of him. The benches clear and in the end, there were 3 broken jaws and Mark ruptured the testacles of the Satan-kid. Needless to say Mark and I were kicked off the team and proceeded to play baseball the rest of our high school careers. __________________ Regret nothing. At one time it was exactly what you wanted.