So we watched, stretched, fretted, took it on faith that whenever whatever was going to happen at 9:00 happened, it wasn’t going to involve us jumping into that group and trying to hang. Eventually someone else walked in. And then another. And then a couple more.
It turns out that the players on the floor were literal pros: The Lansing City Futsal team
, preparing for the next night’s season opener (tonight, as this issue goes out). A few of the team members did end up sticking around for drop-in, and by the time we kind of awkwardly Did As The Romans Did with stretching and warmups, there was just enough players for two teams.
We were outclassed; everyone there had played years of futsal. We were overmatched; futsal requires a lot more all-out sprinting than soccer (especially when you’re constantly out of position because you have no idea what you’re doing). After the first match with ad-hoc teams, we twice endured the painful playground ritual of first captain, second captain; both times the two of us were the last two picked.
But we had great moments: My son had a couple of nice assists and several great shots that went just wide, and I put in the most perfectly lofted cross I’ve ever struck (or, frankly, might ever strike). I was hoping to get it in the vicinity of one of the pros, and I put it right on his forehead. The goalie managed to get just enough of it to keep it out of the goal, but my would-be assist partner–one of the pros–raved about what a great pass it had been.
By the end, I was completely gassed. We drove home, wiped, at 10:30, with both of us having to get up to get him to school the next day (where his first hour is “Weight Training & Conditioning,” RIP). He’s signed up for some of the club’s clinics; I’m shopping for my own set of futsal shoes. We’re going to keep going to drop-in, and we’re going to keep getting better. My son can look up to
You are such a loser, good for you
It’s something that a lot of people can’t do
Trying is hard, that’s why people don’t do it
Losing is hard, they can’t make it through it
But not you