90 more minutes

i'll never forget the early mornings
and the late nights.
won't forget the broken bones, rolled ankles,
and the blood/sweat/and tears
that stain fields everywhere.
i'll never forget the glimmer of the trophies and the medals,
even the second place ones.
the sore muscles, aching feet
and the humbling experience of facing defeat.
but i'll also never forget the victories,
because who would?
i'll always remember the 15 other girls
that i consider sisters
and the crazy bald dude who thinks coaching
is 90% yelling.
i'll remember that i love them.
i'll remember car drives, plane rides, and seattle trees.
turf burns, barca drills, sprints,
and the sound of the ball at my feet.
after it's all said and done,
90 minutes will never be the same.