Nostalgia in Yellow Socks

I miss soccer!!! And running!!! And soccer!!! Mostly soccer. *sniff* I miss my land sports. I wanna go kick a black and white ball around a bumpy, pothole-ridden field and shoot it through white metal bars. I want to run up to the water tower, then around the cemetery twice, then around the track below the cemetery twice, then back to the junior high. I want to play with my old soccer fellows. I miss Franklin, Marcie's soccer ball! I want to juggle the ball, no matter how inept I may be! I want to go and be the workhorse in the midfield position. I want to do throw-ins! I miss seeing Mindy do her front-handspring throw-in. I miss corner kicks. I miss our team's kick-off strategy. I miss my cletes. I miss shin-guards. I played for seven frigerian years and I do it no longer! Oh, the sorrow that fills me. I'm all sniffly over goals and balls to big for me to palm. I want to go running, but I know that if I did my knees would collapse.
*slumps back to the comfort of chlorinated water*
Now it's my only friend.

(obviously, this is an exaggeration. I love the water and what I do now, but I really miss soccer at the moment)

ADDITION:
I'm not only going through nostalgia for soccer! Hee hee! Okay, maybe it's not nostalgia, but it's really, really funny. I was going through my 7th grade yearbook and was going to see how geeky I, and all of you, were, but I got side-tracked in the ninth graders section. Looking at all the seniors this year was a crack up! The coyote looks like a heinous dork with his glasses, the eagle looked exactly the same, the hawk had a baby face, the tiger had hair bleached as blond as blond can be, and the [insert an animal I am currently undecided on] looks highly amusing in braces. I didn't get through them all, but it was really funny.