I was always told to be aggressive while playing soccer. I knew it was something I was good at, you had to be, but I didn't think I was anything unusual. I am still a girl who likes to be pretty and dress up. And I wear vintage workout clothes that match my bike in order to fool people into thinking I'm more into my looks than anything else on a sports field.
I usually just watch the person I'm defending and get in their way as much as possible, even though I can't see where the frisbee is coming from or where it's going. Yesterday, while guarding Nathaniel in the endzone, I like to think that I put my aggressiveness to the test. As he was about to catch the disc, I jumped in his face, blocked the frisbee with my head (ouch), stepped on his toe (accident), and fell to the ground scraping my knee (bigger ouch).
Maybe I just want to prove that I'm still a kid at heart because I come home with scrapes like this a lot. I won't lie, it does make me keel badass to make a diving catch or to stop a point with my head. But sometimes I do wonder exactly how much aggression and competition are appropriate in a particular circumstance.
We play frisbee for fun and I wouldn't do anything to change that. But I also love to win and I know I'm not alone.
I'm lucky I have a boyfriend who prefers my athleticism and competitiveness to my being clean and girly. And, who am I kidding, I will never stop being aggressive. I like to give it my all and that's never going to change.
But now is your chance: Do you find it annoying when people take friendly sports too seriously? Or do you think competitiveness and aggression are the signs of a champion?