Soccer

My family are crazy soccer fans. I mean, seriously, everybody in my family knows everything about soccer. From the strategies, to the downs, to the kick-offs, and to the curses, they basically worship soccer. When I was seven-years-old, my mom's cousins used to come over to our house to watch Spain play against some other country for the World Cup. My younger cousins and I used to imitate them by slapping our knees or shouting at random objects for no reason. It was amazing having to see them cheer, clap, cry, or even dance. My grandmother's brother would never ever dance because he always assumed that dancing was a sin in the Bible. So, one time I remember walking through the door and having to see him dance around the table snickering at his sons. Even though I was really young, I could still remember every moment of those amazing family get-togethers. So, anyways, yesterday I had to attend a soccer game at the Santa Clara University soccer stadium. The game lasted for 90 minutes and I am proud to say that the San Jose Earthquakes won 2-1. Yay, go San Jose!!! The highlight of the game was when the soccer ball richocheted off the field and traveled right in my direction. If it wasn't for the obsessed fan in front of me, I would have caught the ball! Maybe next time...