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Yesterday's game was a whirlwind of action. By the end, the score was only 2-1, with our team winning, but those numbers don't begin to tell the tale of our afternoon. It was late in the first half when Julius scored his goal—his first goal in any of our games this season—and we were all proud of him. It had been a rough season for the guy, first with an ankle injury keeping him on the bench for a few weeks, and then being stuck in the defenders position as he got his "sea legs back"—as coach liked to say. And not that he hadn't done us proud playing D, don't get me wrong. Just that he wasn't able to score those glorious goals that make us all career around the field like madmen. I still remember his first goal ever—and really, I mean ever. We were in the third grade, and we'd been playing on the same team for a few weeks. We had a pretty good coach, but in third grade—you know the drill—the coach wants every kid to play every position. No one should get too used to one position, since you're so little, et cetera, et cetera. Anyway, back then, Julius's first goal ever was against a team—I still remember their name!—the Dalton Braves. The goalie was twice Julius's size, and fast. But he didn't know Julius could use his left foot, and so the goal surprised him, coming basically out of nowhere. We all cheered him on that day. Anyway, yesterday's game—when Julius scored that goal late in the first—that was our second, and it would turn out to be our last, goal. Mickey had scored the first goal coming right off the whistle. I don't think their goalie had a chance of seeing it coming. He was still adjusting his goalie gloves, I think! Anyway, I was playing my usual position—goal keeper—so I had a chance to watch it all, and really sweat some of those attempts! But I managed to block well more than I let in, and the opposing team only finally scored on me once. For most of the game it was 2-0! We were so proud, and I heard Julius call down to me after he scored that goal, "It's gonna be a shut out!" and I wanted it to be, I wanted a shut out so much. But it wasn't destined, since that last attempt, right before the ref blew the whistle to end the game, a big kid, number 22, came barreling down the field and no one could stop him. Bam! The ball went by me so fast, right into the right hand corner of the goal. I never stood a chance. So, it wasn't a shut out, but it sure was a good game, sure was.