Driving past Hawthorne today in the fall, and a thousand memories reawaken within me. The memories of our first championship are there, when Curtis, Dias, Kelly, Mazurek, and Chambers brought us the trophy and the picture, then played with us. Me, as a 10 year-old, not wanting anything more out of life than winning the state high school soccer championship, and realizing now that it's in my grasp is an unfiltering and unsettling feeling which permeates even the bounds of this stream of conciousness, for now, in two hours, when the shit finally does hit the fan, where will i be? will i be like geoff, stoic and forbidding in the back? or will i falter, like we faltered last year, incapable of finishing the final hurdle, instead yielding again to those fucks from billings with their hair all wavy and lame. they talk, but we have more room. this is the soccer capital of the state, this is our home, this is our time, but maybe it isn't and maybe we'll falter again, yet, with the entire town watching, i couldn't bear, and god i love katie