I
was a Journalism Major at a local
college. I wrote about the women’s soccer team all because of one player. The
name of my inspiration was Tess. This story is NOT about her. It is about one
of her teammates. They may play the same position, but alas that is where the
similarities end.
My
inspiration was single and had brown hair. This story is about a player with
red hair and she was in a committed relationship. It was Ashley’s senior year.
She had been dating her boyfriend Dan since Freshman year. The pair of sneakers
I where to this day nearly five year later were worn by Ashley often. I call
them my Ashley Asics. I am on my
third pair in five years. I was wearing my initail pair when I met Ashley’s
father. When he met me on of the first things he noticed were the thus
mentioned sneakers.
“I
like your sneakers.” He said
“I
call them my Ashley Asics.” He responded
“She
does like them.” I finished
It
was then we discussed the thus mention duo from two points of view. His of
course was that of a father to Ashley. To him Dan was his daughter college
sweetheart. They dated the entire time they went to college together. (or at
least most of it.)
I
am sure he knew how much they loved each other. He would have to be blind and
stupid not to. He also knew whom I was since I was the reporter of the team his
daughter played on. When he first met me I talked about both Ashley and Dan. I
spoke of both from more then a friend’s point of view rather then a reporter.
My report’s aspect had a great influence of influence but I knew them better as
friends of coarse. I told Ashley’s father.
“He
treats her well.” You would be honored to have him as a son in law. The next
time Dan saw he shook my hand and the couple is now married. I was not invited
to their wedding. I did not expect to be either. date. I just expect to be
remembered as a very important reason to why they are married. You never know
they may name one of their kids after