I had a great soccer game the other day. I had a lot of saves as goalie and I was a really strong defender and protected the goalie with many great blocks. We played 6 periods, 10 minutes each. Somewhere around period 5, the other team scored while I was defending. I was really frustrated that the goal went in and even more frustrated that I failed to keep it out of the net. See, I am harder on myself than anyone else. I made a mistake. A thought in my head left my mouth unfiltered. I said aloud, “Bad Goal”.
Yup, I know that this is not good sportsmanship and as soon as it slipped, I knew it was wrong. When you threw me out of the game, I ran to the end of the field, laid down and cried. My mom came over to see what happened and I told her. I felt bad for what I had done and now felt even worse that I was kicked out of the game. My mom told me to take a deep breath and to walk back to the bench and apologize to you. But you were busy coaching the other kids and I got scared. I knew I was wrong, I knew you were mad and that created a lot of anxiety in me so I hid under the bench instead of sitting on it.
When the game came to an end, I ran over to mom and dad. I was happy again. I had a good game. I was ready to head home because we had an exciting afternoon planned. When you came over to us, my mom asked you if I had apologized. You replied, “No”. So my mom, in trying to teach me to make a wrong a right, encouraged me to apologize to you. I was going to shake your hand and say that I was really sorry. I was hoping that you would just say, “Thank you. Apology accepted. Remember, a good sport does not say mean things to the other team.”