My Last Soccer Game - Nov. 22, 2025

Gary Hunter
Nov 22
1 min read

No one between me and the goalie. Two more dribbles and I’d pick

a corner of the goal and let it fly. Suddenly, this younger guy slips

around me and kicks the ball away. Passed me like I was a cautious

old man driving the freeway. And like that slow grandpa with slow

reactions, my former all-star taIent was instantly made irrelevant

and left breathless. From that point forward, I knew I would take

more back roads, keep an eye out for anything that might accidentally

cross into the street, like, say, a stray soccer ball being chased by a kid,

red-faced and out of breath, but showing no sign of giving up.

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