They all lined up and got in their positions.  Most of the team members were skeptical of Bette and how she would play out.  The first half was rough.  Bette was unsure where to pass and didn’t understand the lingo.  She was pissed at herself and was doing what she could.  The game was tied and well, the team was not mad, but wanted to win.  Lara tries to help Bette understand some lingo and tactics.  “Basically Bette, we do passing on the line, so that is the line pass and a cross, well you know.  Drop pass, person behind you, split, split the pass between two players..you will get it.  You are doing fine, just look around for a second and don’t think too much.”  Lara knew that Bette had it, just needed the confidence to do it.  Tina was pissed, pissed because it was tied and well, she was doing too much and was nervous for Bette.  Bette went over to rub Tina’s back.  “Babe, relax, the game isn’t over yet.  I am getting it and you are playing so well too.”  Tina was happy Bette was playing well, but she also was mad that it was scoreless, she did think, at least they weren’t losing.  The ref blew the whistle.  “Lets go ladies, NOW!”

As the game progressed, Tina relaxed and saw Bette open up for a run pass.  Bette runs with the pass and dribbled to goal.  Bette could hear people and her teammates, “Run to goal Bette, you got it, go go go!”  All of the sudden she shoots and hears roars..and

………..”Babe, Bette, baby, please…wake up!”  Bette was laying on the ground on her back and aching on her ribs.  Bette sat up quick, “Fuck, ow.”  Bette had no air but pain.  “Oh, god I am fine, just help me up.”  Bette had scored and been taken out at the same time.  “Penalty for Cal Copy and goal.  You cannot hit after the shot keeper, you know that.  You may of caused another goal.”  The team wanted Bette to shoot the penalty, but Bette was wheezing for air.  “Oh, god I can’t shoot right now.  I can barely see straight.  Shit, I think I broke a rib, fuck me.”  Tina was so happy she scored and so scared seeing Bette get hit that hard.  “Babe its ok, can you or no?”  Bette looked up and saw people concerned and wanted to prove herself at the same time.  “Ok, let me try.”  Bette thought if she gets hit one more time that she would pass out again.  She set up the ball and looked at the keeper.  She looked at Bette with angst and wanted to take her out again.  Bette aimed for the left and was going to go right.  ‘Please go in, shit, please.’  Bette aimed down, ‘tits down Bette.’  Bette looks up and sees the ball soar in.