As I’ve been watching the World Cup the past couple weeks, I’ve found myself caught up in a flood of memories of the various soccer games I’ve played in over the 17 or so years I’ve been playing the game. I remember practices, specific teammates, goals I’ve scored, exciting wins, and disappointing losses. For as long as I can remember I’ve been playing one sport or another and now I’m just done, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about that.
I first had to come to terms with being finished with organized sport back in December, when my senior season ended in Florida with the Houghton College Women’s Soccer Team, while competing in the National Christian College tournament. We unfortunately suffered two disappointing losses, which ended our season, and effectively the college careers of each of the eleven seniors on the team, myself included. I don’t remember much about the game, other than wanting to leave everything I had on the field, knowing it very well could be my final game, but I will never forget what happened after the game. When the final whistle blew, my teammates and I jogged off the field, shook hands with the other team, and then lined up to jog across the sidelines to be acknowledged by and acknowledge our fans. Tears streamed down my face as I ran across the field with 30 some girls that had become my family over the years and faced a group of fans who had been encouraging us all season long, knowing this was the last time I would ever have the privilege to run across the field with one of the best teams I’ve ever played on. As we jogged back and circled up around Coach, I met the eyes of some of the seniors, seeing the pain I felt reflected in their eyes. After every game we always sing a song of praise and then pray. As we circled up, Coach asked us to sing “Eagles,” a team favorite, and a song that we typically only sing when we’ve played exceptionally well. As all 30 of us felt various emotions tear though us, we praised our God through tears. And then, Coach prayed over us. As we bowed our heads, arms around each other, I cried harder than I had cried in a long time. Part of me was sad that I would never play soccer at a collegiate level again, but more than that, I cried because I would never again step on the field with that group of girls who had become family, and the coach who had become like a father to me. I don’t remember Coach’s specific words, but they were filled with love and hope for our futures, and gratitude for all the Lord had blessed us with that season. After we said, “Amen,” many of us embraced, then we gathered our things and headed to the bus, still sniffling as tears rolled down our cheeks.
Even as I write this, I still feel the emotions of that day. And I realize that the reason I feel like a “Non-Athletic Regular Person” (NARP) even though I’m still playing on a summer soccer team, running and doing yoga, is because I don’t have the support structure of a team that has my back both on and off the field. The girls I play summer soccer with, while I am friends with some of them, are mostly just girls I play summer soccer with, I don’t know anything about them other than what position they play on the field. On the other hand, the Houghton Women’s Soccer team became my family, and remains so to this day. Each season, the team has a tradition of ordering t-shirts that say “I Got Your Back” on the back, a symbol and reminder that by becoming a part of this team, we have promised to support and cover for each other both on and off the field, because a successful team requires all thirty something players, whether they see 9 or 90 minutes of playing time each game. And how blessed am I to know that each and every one of my teammates over my four years at Houghton lived this out. Even now that I have graduated and am no longer a part of the team, I know that each girl still has my back, and I have theirs. I have 100% confidence that I could call up anyone of my teammates if I need someone to talk to and that if I send out a prayer request to the team, there will be 30 girls sending prayers my way. As each of us moves on, the seniors to graduate school and the work force, juniors into the roles of seniors, and as the freshman and sophomores continue with their college careers, I’m sure things will change, but I know the one thing that will never change is that each of us will continue to live out the “I Got Your Back,” slogan found on our shirts.
So this one’s for you, Houghton College Women’s soccer team. Thanks for you’ve done and continue to do in my life, and for always having my back no matter what. I love each and every one of you, and look forward to seeing how God works in the lives of all of you!