I’ve a lifelong tradition – of losing.
Losses and losing streaks and losing seasons dot my sporting timeline. I have the green and yellow field-day ribbons to prove it. Want to know where the fringe begins? I made a home there.
You can claim that, when you’re the last player to make it on the worst teams in their leagues. I lost and lost – until I didn’t. Appropriately, I didn’t step a foot on the field for my first championship.
I stood in disbelief as the seconds counted down for Elise’s first championship, too.
We led 3-0, and I couldn’t accept, even with seconds left, that finally … finally I’d have something to celebrate. “We did it, coach,” my assistant Tom said, seconds before the final whistle – yet, still several seconds after the celebration, I still didn’t believe it.
Elise chose the nickname – Mysteries FC – and I bought a Maryland cap on lids.com.
Mysteries ranks in the top 10% of nicknames in the history of the universe if you ask me. I flung my clipboard when I finally accepted my change of fortune and wound up on the bottom of a U8 scrum.
This hat took a ride, too – and I’m not even sure how it wound up back on my head.