Personal Narrative-You Can Beat Me !
“You can beat her!”
“Come on, don't let her do that to you!”
“Don't let her beat you!”
“She's just a girl!”
I hear always hear this. Heckling offends some people, but not me. I smile. I laugh a little, and give them all they can handle.
I have played soccer ever since I could remember. Granted, I have a horrible memory. I guess I was about 5 when I started, so that makes this year my 12th as a soccer player. I know the game as well as anyone, and I don’t mind saying it. Don't ever mention watching soccer games around my sisters. They'll immediately tell you not to invite me. I talk to the players.
I talk to the refs, and the coaches, and the people in the stands. I share my opinion about the calls and the goals. I tell them about that obnoxious …show more content…
You must overcome the game itself, the players, and the coaches. You face the refs, the field conditions, and the burger you ate as a pre-game snack. You also contend with the mom on the sideline who talks about players and what's for dinner.
People are annoying. They tell you what you can and can't do. Whether it's attending a party or getting the shoes that everybody has. They even question your ability to play soccer.
I can play soccer. I know I can. Many people know I can. That doesn't stop boys at The Turfs, where I play pickup games, from rolling their eyes when I’m on their teams. It doesn't stop them from not passing to me, even when I'm the only one open and in perfect position to score. Or when I have the ball and no one challenges me. To me, nothing is more disrespectful than not trying. Challenge me. If you beat me, you beat me. But please, don't insult me by not trying.
Why is having a pony tail and your nails painted weak? I might look great, but I can also kick your tail –and look great doing it. It just means that I look that great doing it. Being a girl isn't an excuse, it's an advantage. Boys will be boys and will continue to doubt what all a girl can do. The best we can do is smile at them and laugh a little. Then I, feel sorry for their moms, cause they're about to watch a girl beat their little
“Come on, don't let her do that to you!”
“Don't let her beat you!”
“She's just a girl!”
I hear always hear this. Heckling offends some people, but not me. I smile. I laugh a little, and give them all they can handle.
I have played soccer ever since I could remember. Granted, I have a horrible memory. I guess I was about 5 when I started, so that makes this year my 12th as a soccer player. I know the game as well as anyone, and I don’t mind saying it. Don't ever mention watching soccer games around my sisters. They'll immediately tell you not to invite me. I talk to the players.
I talk to the refs, and the coaches, and the people in the stands. I share my opinion about the calls and the goals. I tell them about that obnoxious …show more content…
You must overcome the game itself, the players, and the coaches. You face the refs, the field conditions, and the burger you ate as a pre-game snack. You also contend with the mom on the sideline who talks about players and what's for dinner.
People are annoying. They tell you what you can and can't do. Whether it's attending a party or getting the shoes that everybody has. They even question your ability to play soccer.
I can play soccer. I know I can. Many people know I can. That doesn't stop boys at The Turfs, where I play pickup games, from rolling their eyes when I’m on their teams. It doesn't stop them from not passing to me, even when I'm the only one open and in perfect position to score. Or when I have the ball and no one challenges me. To me, nothing is more disrespectful than not trying. Challenge me. If you beat me, you beat me. But please, don't insult me by not trying.
Why is having a pony tail and your nails painted weak? I might look great, but I can also kick your tail –and look great doing it. It just means that I look that great doing it. Being a girl isn't an excuse, it's an advantage. Boys will be boys and will continue to doubt what all a girl can do. The best we can do is smile at them and laugh a little. Then I, feel sorry for their moms, cause they're about to watch a girl beat their little