The search for lost glory. The registration fees. The tragic team names. The championship t-shirts. The inflated egos. The weekend war. This is rec league soccer.
Rec league soccer rightfully attracts players with all levels of experience. It’s a perfect format for new players to get in and learn the game from seasoned vets. But sometimes, especially in the United States, players sign up without a hint of knowledge or respect for the sport. For many, it’s ingrained in youth: soccer is an easy sport for sissies. By fate, some of those kids grow up and find themselves on a rec league soccer field, usually to win points with the boss or a hot chick. And, gee whiz, a little exercise would be good!
The secret is, soccer (at all levels) is much more than a little exercise. There may not be the brutal contact found in American football or the raw muscle power of baseball, but soccer easily requires many multiple times the running of any other major team sport. It’s pretty much all running. This requires endurance and condition for which many aren’t prepared. I’ll share two personal stories of players who faced the consequences of underestimating the requirements a rec league soccer match, in the hope that you can take this knowledge and one day save a life. Seriously.
The Tale of Holy Shit He’s Not Breathing
While warming up for an outdoor game last summer, I noticed the current match had stopped and a group of people were standing over a guy flat on his back. This is not an unusual sight, as people twist ankles, smash knees, and cause general bodily mayhem pretty regularly. Plus, it was almost 90 degrees and heat exhaustion is common. But this was different… he looked young, in shape, and he was not moving.
The air of the situation got tense very quickly. I was 20 yards away but heard snippets of conversations in frantic tones. “Is he breathing?” “I don’t know.” “Go get help.” Within seconds his teammates sprinted off to summon help while others stayed behind and performed CPR. If you have never seen CPR in real life, it’s terrifying to watch. “I don’t think he has a pulse.” I felt like throwing up.
The ambulance showed up a few minutes later and I overheard from teammates that this guy had been playing vigorously and suddenly dropped limp, only sporadically regaining consciousness. His breathing and pulse were off-and-on. After a few moments on-site, they whisked him off to the hospital.
The next week I asked the facility organizers if they knew what happened to the guy. They told me that his heart was significantly damaged because it stopped (!) for a period of time and he would undergo surgery soon. Why? Instead of water, he had been drinking Red Bull. In layman’s terms, it was explained to me that the resulting electrolyte imbalance was so severe that his body shut off like a switch. Apparently he didn’t realize that the exertion required for playing soccer in such heat would require a lot of water (and temperance) to keep up. My guess is, he had a late night and needed a boost for the game. The boost led him to overwork a dehydrated body, and the result almost killed him.
The Tale of You Can’t Play Soccer if You Smoke
Years ago, I joined a team of all coworkers, but I hadn’t been at the job long enough to know much of anyone. At the first game, I recognized a guy for a reason that sent up a red flag or two: I see him everyday on my way into the office, smoking a cigarette by the door.
The starting whistle blew with this guy on the field. He seemed fine but subbed out literally one minute later. I went in for him, played ten minutes or so and came back to the bench. I saw him seated, clinging to consciousness, sucking in air, pale and covered in sweat. Moments later, he limped away to puke.
Not only did he not return to the field that day, but he never showed up to another game. The moral of the story is, if you smoke, you can play golf or pool. Only.
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There is a tiny nation in the world of soccer of which many of us are citizens: The Recreation League. Far from Old Trafford, papparazzi, and highlight reels, you’ll find me playing co-ed, open age group, in a middle tier division, in Columbus, Ohio. In the grand soccer scheme, my team hardly exists. There is no cup for us. We have no fans, no salary, no recognition, and no respect outside our microcosm. But what is inside the microcosm is what Rec Rules is about—a regular look inside the American recreation league culture.
The newest Major League Soccer franchise from Philadelphia has created their identity. The Philadelphia Union will join MLS during the 2010 season. The team colors will be blue and gold (see logo to the right).