I never see you at the women’s soccer games. Why is that? Our team is just as good and just as worthy of your support as the other sports teams. Please promise you’ll come (and bring the band with you) to one of our future home games…
I must tell you first off that I am a huge fan of the beautiful game. I grew up following the likes of Pelé and Franz Beckenbauer as they orchestrated elegant and dominant Brazilian and German sides, respectively. I’ve played the game my whole life, I never miss a Premier League match on TV if I can help it, and I’m going as Charlie Davies for Halloween this year as a tribute to my injured countryman.
What’s more, I have indeed attended many a women’s soccer match here at IWU—and I have been to at least one home game for every varsity IWU team in the last three years. Admittedly, while I’m at Neis Field I keep a slightly lower profile, however, because of my past love affair with one of your teammates. It was a short but intense relationship that makes it awkward anytime we’re around each other now—but that doesn’t keep me from coming down to support the team. Remember, I bleed Titan Green. No, seriously. I know a lot of people use that phrase, but I really do. Seriously. No, it’s green.
You should also know that Coach Eash is the only coach who specifically requests my presence at home games—but that’s also because I light the ceremonial torch before every football game. The only fire at the soccer games is that which burns in my soul for a lost lover. Oh, and the band? They’re great at sporting events with stoppages of play—but soccer’s running clock might make it difficult for them to squeeze in Keep ‘Em Separated.