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Bulletins/Updates:
Winter Pick-up Games
Saturday, Feb 6, 2010
TBA
Cool Springs is CLOSED!
Nashville pick-up games
SOCCER
CENTENNIAL PARK
Every Monday, Wendsday, and Friday
@NOON
League Meetings
Officers & Captns
Jan Meeting TBA
Disciplinary Committee
Every Wednesday at 7:00PM
Support your local Nashville Metros!
www.NashvilleMetrosSoccer.com
Sunset Calendar
http://www.sunrisesunset.com/calendar.asp
Links:
TN State Soccer Assoc: www.tnsoccer.org
Nashville Area Women's Soccer: www.nawsa.org
Nashville Metros: www.nashvillemetrossoccer.com
Williamson County Indoor Leagues:
www.williamsoncounty-tn.gov/index.aspx?NID=264
Memphis Adult Leagues (GMSA):
www.memphissoccer.com
FIFA: www.fifa.com
USSF: www.ussoccer.com
United Soccer Leagues: www.uslsoccer.com
Youth Clubs
Brentwood Soccer Club: www.brentwoodsoccerclub.com
TN Futbol Club (Franklin): www.tnfc.org
Murfreesboro Soccer Club: www.murfreesborosoccer.com
"Not too old at all" - can you relate to this?
“Aren’t you too old to be playing soccer?” asks the woman ahead of me in line at Starbucks.
No doubt she can smell the grass and dirt embedded in my official Tottenham Hotspur goalie jersey. My hair is matted & sweaty. She sees my clothes stained and wet. Scraped knees and a bruised shin. My left pinky, perhaps broken, is wrapped in ice and tape. My shoulder hurts so badly I can’t lift my arm, my nose and jaw are numb from blocking a shot late in the match. Perhaps she hears my neck crunch when I turn my head.
“Well, I’m a goalkeeper,” I reply, cleverly avoiding the issue, “and we don’t hit our prime until age 35." Today we played the Red team, which is at least 6 places ahead of us in our Division. Seems like every team we play is 6 places ahead of us.
Small, fast and fit, they didn’t stop running for 90 minutes. We lost 2-0. But we are getting better. Our lads passed well and almost scored several times, despite our lack of anything resembling a world-class striker. I crushed my punts and most of my goal kicks reached midfield. Well, some of them did. OK, one. But I made several good saves and no boneheaded mistakes.
“Yeah…? And…?” she says, pushing for an answer to her question. This woman’s relentless. She can’t possibly know that the “9” in the DOB-year box on my League Application should really be a “0.”
The four Advil are wearing-off. I’m exhausted and I can feel every little wonderful ache, bump and bruise. I can’t wait until next week. “No,” I finally say. “Not too old at all.”