When i was a sophomore in high school i had to go down to the dreaded Lampson stadium to play a soccer game. It was dreaded because we had to play on turf, now i'm not talking about the nice turf that they have now, it was like playing on cement. I was a forward and my job was to score, no matter what, which usually intelled me sliding on the grass and getting lovely raspberry's all over my legs. My dad use to tell me that girls legs were meant to be pretty so i needed to take care of them better. It was a known fact that you should not slide on this turf. Well me being the smart person that i am and always listening to my fathers wise counsel, i did not slide on the turf. NOT! Of course when your a real soccer player you don't think about stuff like that, you sacrifice your body for the win and that's exactly what i did. Down i went to score and up i did not come, with no victory. I was helped of the field, my leg looked like it was road kill, we lost and i didn't get to play for about 2 weeks after that.I would like to say i learned my lesson that day and never slide on turf again. But i seem to like to learn things the hard way and 6 years later i still haven't learned. These are my knee's from our game and though they don't look to bad(the picture doesn't do them justice) they hurt like a mother! But we did have a victory.
Needless to say my dad was right, my legs aren't the pretties thing, especially my knees. But all i have to say to him is, It's the life of a forward and I love it!
