Kicks are for Trids, You Silly Wabbit...
Holy Son was dubbed the Josh Brown of indoor soccer today by one of his coaches.
He booted the soccer ball from his spot midfield, just behind the half-way line and managed to score the most amazing goal of the season. It was a film footage-worthy event but well...all the good schmidt, lollipop and visits to the candy shop moments happen when you leave your camera at home, don't they?
Oh well. I suspect he will have the moment permanently etched in the temporal lobe responsible for storing random heroic incidences.
They ended up still losing the game but that's OK. As he left the arena floating on a soccer cloud, it was apparent that he was preoccupied with formulating his acceptance speech for impending induction into the Soccer Hall of Fame.
"I'd like to thank the Soccer academy for making this all possible and oh yeah, my Mom, because she drove like a banshee today to get me to the game on time."
Yeah, I'm sure that's what he was thinking.
Kicks are for trids and melusional doms, you silly wabbit.
Posted by Holy at 2:57 PM