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     This week at soccer, I was enlightened. On Tuesday, I show up to soccer 10 minutes late because of an orthodontist appt. and one of my teammates comes up to me and says that we are scrimmaging a team that came up from Honduras. Central American countries are usually very good at soccer, and this team definitely lived up to expectations. As I start the game I have no idea what I'm in for. In 5 minutes they score 3 goals. I was completely shocked. This team passed with perfection. I had never seen a team get past a defense this easily. I did what I could, but I had to stay up the field because I was a forward, meaning I was on offense.About ten minutes after it was 3-0, I finally touch the ball and with one touch, I scored. This was almost as crazy as giving up 3 goals in 5 minutes. I felt accomplished to score against this team.
     We ended up losing this game by so much I lost count at 6-1. After the end, we shook hands and as I was walking to my bench, a Honduran dad wanted a picture of me and one of the players. Why they chose me I don't know, I don't take Spanish. He took the picture and all of a sudden comes up and gives me a hug. I thought that was kind of crazy until he picks he up. A man that lives thousands of miles away was picking me up and saying something in Spanish. I guess that's Honduran culture. This was a soccer practice I will never forget.