Sporty Girl In Stilettos

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This is a blog for all the girls and women out there whose last name simultaneously becomes your first name. We’re the ones who get the call for a game of shinney and we’re also one of the firsts to be asked to join the annual soccer team. Back in elementary school, we were the ones who were teased at first recess for wanting to play soccer or basketball with the boys, but by lunch recess, we were the first to be picked for the team. We sported the infamous, “Soccer is Life…and the rest is just details” t-shirt with pride, along with soccer shorts and other sports oriented apparel that became a regular staple in our wardrobe.

You know what it’s like to be on a winning team in high school, but the boys football team with their losing record, were the ones who received all of the support. In gym class, as scrawny as you might have been, you often showed up the boys in the endurance runs and the maximum number of sit-ups. You don’t workout to look pretty and pick-up boys, but you get in the zone, sweat like a mofo, and make ugly faces while you do your last rep in hopes of improving your speed on the field.

As we have gotten older, the bruises from rugby are harder to cover up when you wear short skirts to the bar. The soccer tan, the bottom half of your leg dawning a pasty-sun free colour, while the top half of the leg is brilliantly tanned, is a look that you’re not ashamed to show off. Pick-up lines usually turn into hockey centered conversations, and the once interested man is calling you for the next time his buddies are getting together to watch a game. You know that the Ice Man Chuck Liddle is known for his stand-up game and Hulk Hogan and Macho Man Randy Savage were once bitter rivals. You appreciate the legacy that Lou Holtz created with the fighting Irish, and Sunday afternoons are always a little bit better with chips and salsa while watching the Bills acquire yet another losing season. You realize two of the greatest sporting events of the year, the Junior Hockey Tournament and NCAA March Madness is filled with passion for the game and a drive to win that is uninhibited by outrageous salaries.

We are the athletes who like to wear stilettos and know all of the Backstreet Boys dance moves, but can also throw a mean spiral. We may not be able to regurgitate player stats, but we know what it takes to pull through the last 10 minutes of a game when you feel like your legs are going to give out. We were seen as sacrificing a social life when we had our respective sports 4-5 times a week and had to be up early for Saturday A.M. practices, sometimes even leaving a sleepover at 7 A.M. But we make-up for that in the bond that we share with the people who go through the nitty-gritty with us, that will lead you to hoisting a trophy above your head at the end of the day. More importantly, you know how to lose, and how to do it with class, and that drives you to work that much harder.

We talk sports with a feminine flair, in a language that we know. So for the educated ones out there this will be a fun weekly read. But for the others who are trying to learn a little bit more of what’s going on in your boyfriend/husband’s mind when they watch that stupid little game with the stupid little ball trying to hit it in a hole with a stupid little flag, this may be your way of finding a new love in your life- sports. Not to mention the fact that boys are pretty cute in uniforms. Most importantly, we will be giving a stage to the women in sports who often go unnoticed. Also, the drama drama drama that goes on in the sports world could rival any Hills episode. Trust.

Yours in sports and stilettos,

Scotty.