-Sports Games- Required Humilation for the Intellectual. Rare as they may be, I consider myself quite a fine example of one of them. My achievements off the sports field would more than fill this snapshot of writing, so I will focus only on the treacherous turmiol of sweat and competition. The following recounting is 100% true, and an autobiographical piece. It was the last game of the season: the second half. This was our last chance to redeem ourselves. Fifteen minutes on the clock, 0-0... She passed me the ball. Like a mad lion chasing its pray; I tackled each girl in my path with a skilled pull or sheer force. I was nearing the circle. _Oh my God. This is it._ I passed it to a team mate, and flew to the far post. _tweet!_ &quot;FOUL! BLUE.&quot; Shouted the ref. She passed to the other post. Stick down, I screamed _here!_. She passed. I shot... Honestly, as it is my one glorifying experience, how do you think it ends? 2008-01-13T21:34:02Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/17865 <p>yup&#8230;and thanks. My &#8220;sports&#8221; writing kind of sux&#8230;or really sux&#8230;because well&#8230;I hate sports.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/17865?basename=34326 2008-01-13T21:34:02Z Cat the Dancing Mouse http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse <p>Field hockey? cool true story, action packed. exciting didyas win?</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/17865?basename=33964 2008-01-12T00:34:40Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf