Ruby Red Case

It wasn't just an ordinary ring, it was a luminous ruby red jewel while rotating the ring to one side was a perfectly cut marauder head along with a define ship. Above it was the letters "MUHS". Rotating it to the other side you saw in the center a soccer ball with goal netting in the back of the ball with my jersey number 7 in the center of the ball. Above the ball was in bold letters "URIBE". Below the soccer ball was my position "Mid" Looking in the inside in beautiful cursive writing said," two year commitment" rotating back to the top, the rub red jewel was encased "STATE CHAMPIONS 2010"

As a high school athlete, what is the one dream above all? To me it's to walk away from a season with a heavy ring on your finger. I didn't exactly stumble upon a ring of such value when I was shopping. The journey to occupying my barren finger started when I was nine years old. Pink jersey, black nike cleats, short, dorky transition glasses, and the snack at halftime stole my heart. Soccer had become a way of life and the path to my future. Going from tournaments to high school Rivalries, it has consumed me

Finally a freshman, it was tryout days, timid and nervous. After three long, hot, sweaty, and crucial days, I earned my spot on varsity. Our team was good, and being the only freshman on the team made me pick up my game and transition to their speed and train as hard even harder as they did. With all the practice, commitment, and pain we were undefeated the whole season, it was time for the state play-offs. For every shot they shot at our goal we would come back at full force to score. It was win or go home. We won all our games; it was time for the final round, state championship game. Gathering in the middle of the field holding hands amongst my team mates you could feel the excitement and determination running through all of us. From that point on we were there to win against our rivals for the state title.

Sun was still high in the sky, wonderful weather to play in. each team on their sides, ball in the middle whistle was blown. It was game time. First half was crucial and brutal. We weren't going to let down. Second half was about to start, the sun was setting and temperature was dropping. My coach said," Moe, are you ready?" I quickly took my stance and replied firmly," Yes". Setting foot on the field was like setting foot in a war zone, you could quickly feel the hatred between both teams. Soon after the second half started Flagstaff got a penalty kick, which kicked it wide left past the goal. It triggered us that we needed transition into offensive and score. We stayed on their side of the field for the most time, we got a throw in. Exhausted, quickly got a gasp of air and bolted from the 40mark to the 6 in seconds, while my other team mate was settling a thrown in ball and kept her poise, splitting two defenders the ball came rolling