adam barricklow

Playing Soccer In High School

I was on the same field as Brandon Cook, only a few Feet away from him, when he was kicked in the 'you-know-whats', one giant 'HRUMPH' escaping from his mouth before the realization and pain hit, sending him to the ground.

It wasn't funny though, not like in the movies, though it Was all slow motion, he seemed suspended mid-air By the foot that was firmly planted in his crotch, a look On his face that another time, another place, might be Explained as one in the middle of some epiphany.

It seemed so strange at the time, that look, I was 16, but Now at 29 and after reading an email that says, 'sometimes I think of you as well' from a woman I once loved and Am confidant, like some strung out addict returning to a Favorite drug, could do so again, I get it.

The sudden rush of blood from one place to another, the Search for breath, and while it certainly isn't exactly like Being kicked as Brandon was, like he knew, the instant Foot met crotch, I know this will end badly.