Alpha Soccer Omega

I love my fellow soccer players. I’m not saying that this is restricted only to footballers as a group, but I feel like we’re a closely-knit fraternity. I really haven’t come around to noticing this until now, since I’ve been hurt and on the sidelines (ironic, that I’d notice something about soccer players when I’m not actually on the field). When I walk around the supermarket or CVS or around the building here at work, very rarely do I get a random person asking me what happened or how it happened or anything about my obviously-injured foot. But when I’m at the field, players I’ve never met before will ask, “what happened to you?”… “how long are you out?”…”who’s your doctor?” And then I get, ”you should consider [suggested doctor here]”…”get well soon”…”take care of yourself.” Did I mention that many of these conversations happen with players I’ve never met? Now, this isn’t to say that soccer players are the only concerned parties, but I’m absolutely appreciative of the collective concern expressed by the group of them. Even a couple of people that have spoken to me about my foot outside of soccer situations have turned out to actually be soccer players that suffered similar injuries.

I’m sure there are others of you who experience the same sort of camaraderie in your hobby of choice - common interest is a bond easily discovered and opens doors to all kinds of things. While it’s unfortunate that it took getting hurt to see it for what it is, I’m glad to have so many wonderful soccer fraternity brothers and sisters out there.