3 Months Later, and High School Soccer is Still the Biggest Dick-Riding, Soul-Crushing, Ego-Inflated SHITSTORM of All Time

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FrankoRunner99

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Three months. It’s been three fucking months. Three agonizing, soul-sucking, rage-inducing months of watching this entire high school soccer circlejerk unfold before my very eyes. Three months of glazing, of Varsity dickheads acting like they’re fucking Lamine Yamal, of shithead coaches with EGO PROBLEMS SO SEVERE that they should be studied by mental health professionals.

And now, I’m back with a follow-up rant. Strap the fuck in, boys. I’ve had enough.

THE SCHOOL SOCCER HELLSPIRAL

Ever since tryouts ended and I got cut like I was some peasant in medieval Europe, the nonstop Varsity cock-sucking campaign has been on full blast. I mean, THE GLORY. THE WORSHIP. THE FUCKING ANNOUNCEMENTS.

“COME SUPPORT YOUR VARSITY BOYS TONIGHT! BIG GAME AGAINST WEST COAST FC HIGH SCHOOL!”

“SHOUTOUT TO OUR BOYS FOR THE HUGE 1-0 WIN OVER OUR RIVALS! PURE DOMINANCE!”

“MEGA HYPE VIDEO DROP! LET’S GOOOOOOO!!”


HYPE VIDEO?!??!?!?!?!

I watched that shit. You wanna know what it was?

30 seconds of Varsity fuckboys walking in slow motion onto the field like they’re in a fucking Nike commercial, edited with dramatic trap music, staring at the camera like they’re about to murder somebody. (Bro, it’s HIGH SCHOOL SOCCER. You barely scraped a win against a team of other tryhard club kids.)

And then comes the shameless social media flexing. These fuckers are posting on Instagram like they just won the Champions League.

Selfies with the trophy for “Valley District Tournament Champions.” (District? Fatass, that’s just the surrounding 3 ZIP CODES.)

Videos of their goal celebrations. (Jumping into the crowd after scoring against a JV goalkeeper. Bro, STOP SUCKING YOUR OWN COCK.)

Inspirational dramatic captions like “Just another step closer to the dream ⚽️💯”


THE DREAM?!?!??!

Bro, the only dream you’re chasing is making it to a D3 college team that doesn’t even cover your tuition and doesn't give a shit about you.

Meanwhile, I’m sitting in the back of class, rotting in my AYSO peasant status, while the school treats these guys like they’re the Second Coming of Christ.


THE COACHING STAFF: A STUDY IN PURE, UNHINGED, SOCIOPATHIC PSYCHOSIS

I’m convinced high school soccer coaches are not human. I don’t think they have souls. I'm fucking serious. I think they're a different species. I think they were bred in a lab to be the most condescending, power-tripping, egotistical assholes on the planet.

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT YOU, HOLY SHIT !!!

If you so much as MESS UP ONCE, these military drill sergeants in Nike tracksuits will fucking incinerate you with their gaze. You thought you just missed a pass? No. You just brought dishonor to your entire family. Coach Dickhead McClipboard™ will stand there, throwing his hand up, shaking his head in disgust like you just MURDERED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY.

And if you DARE to show ANY sign of weakness? Oh, you’re done.

You’re out of breath? You're SOFT.

You’re slowing down? You have NO DISCIPLINE. You don't WORK HARD ENOUGH ! You're NOT COMMITTED !!!

You take a sip of water? You're a PUSSY.


And then there’s the legendary post-practice speeches.

“You guys need to WANT IT MORE.”

“This is what it takes to be an ATHLETE.”

"Are you obsessed !?"

"This is not a game. We're on a mission."

“Do you think the greats EVER took a break ?”


YES, COACH. IN FACT, THEY DID. BECAUSE THEY’RE PRO ATHLETES WITH RECOVERY SCHEDULES.

Also, stop acting like YOU’RE one of the greats. You are a PE TEACHER WITH A WHISTLE and a FUCKING CLIPBOARD SURGICALLY FUSED TO YOUR HAND. You are not Pep Guardiola. You are not Mourinho. You are not even close to Erik ten Hag. You are a fat, bald dude with a clipboard and a superiority complex.

And the favoritism? UNMATCHED.

Varsity players? Dapped up. Hugged. Treated like royalty.

Non-Varsity players? They don’t even LOOK at you.

AYSO players? Treated like we have LEPROSY.


THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING NIGHTMARE OF TRYOUTS

Let’s go back to that suffering. Let’s RE-LIVE it.

SUFFERING. SUFFERING. NOTHING BUT SUFFERING.

5 DAYS OF BOOT CAMP-LEVEL TORTURE.

RUNNING UNTIL YOU WANT TO DIE.

DO NOT STOP RUNNING OR YOU WILL BE PUBLICLY EXECUTED BY COACH’S EYEBALLS.

DO NOT ASK FOR WATER OR YOU ARE A MENTALLY WEAK LITTLE BITCH WITH NO DISCIPLINE.

IF YOU CAN’T SPRINT ANYMORE? ENJOY GETTING HUMILIATED IN PUBLIC, PUSSY.


And then, of course, THE BIGGEST BULLSHIT OF ALL.

THE TRYOUTS WERE PRE-DECIDED.

They already knew who they were taking before they even blew the first whistle. If you weren’t a club soccer kid, if you didn’t personally know the coach, if you weren’t already in their little Varsity in-crowd, you were FUCKED.

You could be busting your ass, playing out of your mind, but if Coach Shithead McClipboard™ doesn’t KNOW you, you might as well be INVISIBLE.

And the worst part? The post-tryout list.

They slap that crusty, wrinkled paper on the locker room wall like it’s the fucking Bible, and there’s your confirmation of FAILURE.

Varsity? PRE-CHOSEN GODS.

JV? The better Varsity leftovers.

Fresh/Soph? DOUBLE leftover filler.

The rest of us? DISCARDED LIKE TRASH.


And if you DARE to ask why you got cut?

“It just wasn’t a good fit.”

“We had a lot of talent this year.”

“Keep working, maybe next year.”


FUCK YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU.


THE DEATH OF THE SPORT

This isn’t just about me. This isn’t just about one team, one school. This shit happens EVERYWHERE.

Tryouts are unfair.

High school soccer is an elitist country club.

The coaches are smug, power-tripping egomaniacs.

The players are insufferable flexing dickbags.


And the worst part? THIS SYSTEM IS KILLING THE GAME.

Kids are quitting soccer. They’re sick of it. Sick of the gatekeeping, sick of the suffering, sick of the fake-ass club affiliations, sick of the soul-destroying bullshit that comes with just trying to PLAY THE FUCKING GAME.

This is why America will NEVER be a true soccer nation. Soccer here is an AFTERTHOUGHT SPORT used as an absolute scam of a business to farm money via the Underground US Youth Soccer Mafia™.

If you don’t have money, connections, and the right last name, you are FUCKED.

Fuck this system. Fuck these coaches. Fuck these pre-determined tryouts. Fuck these Varsity dickriders.

I’ll be at the park, where real soccer still exists.

AYSO 4 LIFE, MOTHERFUCKERS.
 
Ayso typically ends at u14 in SoCal. There are some u16 but they have to travel now. So that kind of makes me go hmmmmm to the poster.
 
FrankoRunner99 said:
Three months. It’s been three fucking months. Three agonizing, soul-sucking, rage-inducing months of watching this entire high school soccer circlejerk unfold before my very eyes. Three months of glazing, of Varsity dickheads acting like they’re fucking Lamine Yamal, of shithead coaches with EGO PROBLEMS SO SEVERE that they should be studied by mental health professionals.

And now, I’m back with a follow-up rant. Strap the fuck in, boys. I’ve had enough.

THE SCHOOL SOCCER HELLSPIRAL

Ever since tryouts ended and I got cut like I was some peasant in medieval Europe, the nonstop Varsity cock-sucking campaign has been on full blast. I mean, THE GLORY. THE WORSHIP. THE FUCKING ANNOUNCEMENTS.

“COME SUPPORT YOUR VARSITY BOYS TONIGHT! BIG GAME AGAINST WEST COAST FC HIGH SCHOOL!”

“SHOUTOUT TO OUR BOYS FOR THE HUGE 1-0 WIN OVER OUR RIVALS! PURE DOMINANCE!”

“MEGA HYPE VIDEO DROP! LET’S GOOOOOOO!!”


HYPE VIDEO?!??!?!?!?!

I watched that shit. You wanna know what it was?

30 seconds of Varsity fuckboys walking in slow motion onto the field like they’re in a fucking Nike commercial, edited with dramatic trap music, staring at the camera like they’re about to murder somebody. (Bro, it’s HIGH SCHOOL SOCCER. You barely scraped a win against a team of other tryhard club kids.)

And then comes the shameless social media flexing. These fuckers are posting on Instagram like they just won the Champions League.

Selfies with the trophy for “Valley District Tournament Champions.” (District? Fatass, that’s just the surrounding 3 ZIP CODES.)

Videos of their goal celebrations. (Jumping into the crowd after scoring against a JV goalkeeper. Bro, STOP SUCKING YOUR OWN COCK.)

Inspirational dramatic captions like “Just another step closer to the dream ⚽️💯”


THE DREAM?!?!??!

Bro, the only dream you’re chasing is making it to a D3 college team that doesn’t even cover your tuition and doesn't give a shit about you.

Meanwhile, I’m sitting in the back of class, rotting in my AYSO peasant status, while the school treats these guys like they’re the Second Coming of Christ.


THE COACHING STAFF: A STUDY IN PURE, UNHINGED, SOCIOPATHIC PSYCHOSIS

I’m convinced high school soccer coaches are not human. I don’t think they have souls. I'm fucking serious. I think they're a different species. I think they were bred in a lab to be the most condescending, power-tripping, egotistical assholes on the planet.

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT YOU, HOLY SHIT !!!

If you so much as MESS UP ONCE, these military drill sergeants in Nike tracksuits will fucking incinerate you with their gaze. You thought you just missed a pass? No. You just brought dishonor to your entire family. Coach Dickhead McClipboard™ will stand there, throwing his hand up, shaking his head in disgust like you just MURDERED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY.

And if you DARE to show ANY sign of weakness? Oh, you’re done.

You’re out of breath? You're SOFT.

You’re slowing down? You have NO DISCIPLINE. You don't WORK HARD ENOUGH ! You're NOT COMMITTED !!!

You take a sip of water? You're a PUSSY.


And then there’s the legendary post-practice speeches.

“You guys need to WANT IT MORE.”

“This is what it takes to be an ATHLETE.”

"Are you obsessed !?"

"This is not a game. We're on a mission."

“Do you think the greats EVER took a break ?”


YES, COACH. IN FACT, THEY DID. BECAUSE THEY’RE PRO ATHLETES WITH RECOVERY SCHEDULES.

Also, stop acting like YOU’RE one of the greats. You are a PE TEACHER WITH A WHISTLE and a FUCKING CLIPBOARD SURGICALLY FUSED TO YOUR HAND. You are not Pep Guardiola. You are not Mourinho. You are not even close to Erik ten Hag. You are a fat, bald dude with a clipboard and a superiority complex.

And the favoritism? UNMATCHED.

Varsity players? Dapped up. Hugged. Treated like royalty.

Non-Varsity players? They don’t even LOOK at you.

AYSO players? Treated like we have LEPROSY.


THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING NIGHTMARE OF TRYOUTS

Let’s go back to that suffering. Let’s RE-LIVE it.

SUFFERING. SUFFERING. NOTHING BUT SUFFERING.

5 DAYS OF BOOT CAMP-LEVEL TORTURE.

RUNNING UNTIL YOU WANT TO DIE.

DO NOT STOP RUNNING OR YOU WILL BE PUBLICLY EXECUTED BY COACH’S EYEBALLS.

DO NOT ASK FOR WATER OR YOU ARE A MENTALLY WEAK LITTLE BITCH WITH NO DISCIPLINE.

IF YOU CAN’T SPRINT ANYMORE? ENJOY GETTING HUMILIATED IN PUBLIC, PUSSY.


And then, of course, THE BIGGEST BULLSHIT OF ALL.

THE TRYOUTS WERE PRE-DECIDED.

They already knew who they were taking before they even blew the first whistle. If you weren’t a club soccer kid, if you didn’t personally know the coach, if you weren’t already in their little Varsity in-crowd, you were FUCKED.

You could be busting your ass, playing out of your mind, but if Coach Shithead McClipboard™ doesn’t KNOW you, you might as well be INVISIBLE.

And the worst part? The post-tryout list.

They slap that crusty, wrinkled paper on the locker room wall like it’s the fucking Bible, and there’s your confirmation of FAILURE.

Varsity? PRE-CHOSEN GODS.

JV? The better Varsity leftovers.

Fresh/Soph? DOUBLE leftover filler.

The rest of us? DISCARDED LIKE TRASH.


And if you DARE to ask why you got cut?

“It just wasn’t a good fit.”

“We had a lot of talent this year.”

“Keep working, maybe next year.”


FUCK YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU.


THE DEATH OF THE SPORT

This isn’t just about me. This isn’t just about one team, one school. This shit happens EVERYWHERE.

Tryouts are unfair.

High school soccer is an elitist country club.

The coaches are smug, power-tripping egomaniacs.

The players are insufferable flexing dickbags.


And the worst part? THIS SYSTEM IS KILLING THE GAME.

Kids are quitting soccer. They’re sick of it. Sick of the gatekeeping, sick of the suffering, sick of the fake-ass club affiliations, sick of the soul-destroying bullshit that comes with just trying to PLAY THE FUCKING GAME.

This is why America will NEVER be a true soccer nation. Soccer here is an AFTERTHOUGHT SPORT used as an absolute scam of a business to farm money via the Underground US Youth Soccer Mafia™.

If you don’t have money, connections, and the right last name, you are FUCKED.

Fuck this system. Fuck these coaches. Fuck these pre-determined tryouts. Fuck these Varsity dickriders.

I’ll be at the park, where real soccer still exists.

AYSO 4 LIFE, MOTHERFUCKERS.
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I would really like to hire you!!! You have the pure unadulterated hating skills necessary to be successful in the business world. Keep it up kid,
 
Jamisfoes said:
I hope this kid’s parents lock up their guns.
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Ah yes, the classic “this kid is passionate about something, therefore he’s a school shooter” take. The creativity! The originality! The critical thinking!

Buddy, I ranted about high school soccer politics, not how much I hate Mondays and love Marilyn Manson. Maybe lay off the true crime documentaries for a bit. Not every teenager with a pulse and an opinion is plotting some Columbine 2.0 shit.

But thanks for the concern, I guess? Maybe redirect that energy toward locking up the Varsity team’s egos before they start floating into the stratosphere.
 
FloridaFutbol said:
I would really like to hire you!!! You have the pure unadulterated hating skills necessary to be successful in the business world. Keep it up kid,
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Finally, someone who recognizes talent. This isn’t just hating, this is art. This is dedication. This is years of being fucked over by a broken system, distilled into pure, weaponized salt.

If there’s a job where I get paid to roast corrupt youth sports, fragile egos, and clipboard-wielding tyrants, sign me the fuck up. I’ll bring my A-game and a fucking PowerPoint presentation.
 
fjc8871 said:
AI is wild in 2025
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ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!!

Here’s a mature, compassionate reframe that retains the intensity and sentiment while respecting all perspectives:

Three months. It’s been three long, emotionally exhausting months. Three months of sitting on the sidelines, watching the spectacle of high school soccer unfold before me. It’s been a trying time—filled with frustration, disappointment, and a constant, nagging sense of exclusion. I’ve witnessed how an entire system elevates a select few, leaving the rest of us feeling marginalized and invisible.

Now, I’d like to share my reflections on this experience. This isn't meant to attack anyone but rather to call attention to a reality that many of us who didn't make the team face.

The High School Soccer Hierarchy​

Ever since tryouts ended, it feels like the entire school has been swept up in a fervor of adoration for the Varsity team. I understand the excitement—school spirit is important—but for those of us who didn’t make it, the constant announcements and social media posts can be disheartening.

“Come support your Varsity Boys tonight! Big game against West Coast FC High!”
“Shoutout to the team for a huge 1-0 victory over our rivals!”
“Hype video drop—let’s gooo!”

I watched the hype video. I understand it’s meant to motivate and inspire, but to be honest, it came across more theatrical than necessary. Dramatic slow-motion shots, intense music... all for a high school soccer match. It’s hard to relate to that level of self-celebration when you’re on the outside looking in.

I don’t begrudge them their success. They’ve worked hard to get where they are. Still, from my perspective, the glorification of high school sports can sometimes feel overblown, especially when those who don’t fit into that circle are treated as though we’re not even part of the same community.

The Coaches and the Culture of Perfection​

Coaching is no doubt a challenging job. Coaches must manage high expectations while shaping young athletes' growth and discipline. However, my experience with the tryouts left me feeling that there was little room for mistakes or individuality. One misstep, one missed pass, and the judgment was palpable. It was as if you weren’t just failing at a sport—you were being measured against an impossible standard of perfection.

I understand the need for discipline and high standards in competitive environments. But there’s a fine line between fostering discipline and breaking a young person’s confidence. For those of us who weren’t already entrenched in the system through club affiliations or personal connections, it often felt like there was no chance to prove ourselves. We were judged on things beyond our control, and the rejection was swift and impersonal.

The Emotional Toll of Tryouts​

Tryouts were physically and emotionally grueling. Five days of relentless drills and conditioning, where stopping to catch your breath felt like an invitation for ridicule. It was clear to many of us that the decisions about who made the team were already made long before we set foot on the field. Those who were part of the established soccer network had a clear advantage. For the rest of us, it didn’t seem to matter how hard we worked—we were invisible.

When the final team list was posted, it wasn’t just a roster. It was a confirmation of the barriers we faced. And when we asked for feedback, the responses were vague:

“It wasn’t a good fit.”
“We had a lot of talent this year.”
“Keep working, maybe next year.”

It’s hard not to feel disillusioned when those words echo so hollowly.

The Bigger Picture​

This isn’t just about me or my school. The issue of exclusion and elitism in youth soccer is widespread. Many talented players are driven away from the sport because of rigid systems, favoritism, and pay-to-play structures that prioritize club affiliations over merit. For a sport that thrives on passion and community in much of the world, it’s disheartening to see how it's often reduced to a status game here.

Soccer should be accessible to everyone. The current system, with its gatekeeping and intense pressure, risks alienating those who truly love the game but don’t have the right connections or resources. This isn’t just hurting individuals—it’s stifling the growth of soccer as a whole.

A Call for Change​

To those who made the team—congratulations. You deserve to celebrate your success. But I ask that you also show empathy to those who weren’t as fortunate. To the coaches—please remember that your words and actions have a profound impact on young athletes. Building character should not come at the cost of breaking someone's spirit.

And to those of us who didn’t make it—keep playing. Keep loving the game. Soccer is bigger than any one team or school. I’ll be out on the park fields, where the game still belongs to everyone.

Let’s work toward a future where soccer is truly for all.

AYSO for life.
 
FrankoRunner99 said:
Three months. It’s been three fucking months. Three agonizing, soul-sucking, rage-inducing months of watching this entire high school soccer circlejerk unfold before my very eyes. Three months of glazing, of Varsity dickheads acting like they’re fucking Lamine Yamal, of shithead coaches with EGO PROBLEMS SO SEVERE that they should be studied by mental health professionals.

And now, I’m back with a follow-up rant. Strap the fuck in, boys. I’ve had enough.

THE SCHOOL SOCCER HELLSPIRAL

Ever since tryouts ended and I got cut like I was some peasant in medieval Europe, the nonstop Varsity cock-sucking campaign has been on full blast. I mean, THE GLORY. THE WORSHIP. THE FUCKING ANNOUNCEMENTS.

“COME SUPPORT YOUR VARSITY BOYS TONIGHT! BIG GAME AGAINST WEST COAST FC HIGH SCHOOL!”

“SHOUTOUT TO OUR BOYS FOR THE HUGE 1-0 WIN OVER OUR RIVALS! PURE DOMINANCE!”

“MEGA HYPE VIDEO DROP! LET’S GOOOOOOO!!”


HYPE VIDEO?!??!?!?!?!

I watched that shit. You wanna know what it was?

30 seconds of Varsity fuckboys walking in slow motion onto the field like they’re in a fucking Nike commercial, edited with dramatic trap music, staring at the camera like they’re about to murder somebody. (Bro, it’s HIGH SCHOOL SOCCER. You barely scraped a win against a team of other tryhard club kids.)

And then comes the shameless social media flexing. These fuckers are posting on Instagram like they just won the Champions League.

Selfies with the trophy for “Valley District Tournament Champions.” (District? Fatass, that’s just the surrounding 3 ZIP CODES.)

Videos of their goal celebrations. (Jumping into the crowd after scoring against a JV goalkeeper. Bro, STOP SUCKING YOUR OWN COCK.)

Inspirational dramatic captions like “Just another step closer to the dream ⚽️💯”


THE DREAM?!?!??!

Bro, the only dream you’re chasing is making it to a D3 college team that doesn’t even cover your tuition and doesn't give a shit about you.

Meanwhile, I’m sitting in the back of class, rotting in my AYSO peasant status, while the school treats these guys like they’re the Second Coming of Christ.


THE COACHING STAFF: A STUDY IN PURE, UNHINGED, SOCIOPATHIC PSYCHOSIS

I’m convinced high school soccer coaches are not human. I don’t think they have souls. I'm fucking serious. I think they're a different species. I think they were bred in a lab to be the most condescending, power-tripping, egotistical assholes on the planet.

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT YOU, HOLY SHIT !!!

If you so much as MESS UP ONCE, these military drill sergeants in Nike tracksuits will fucking incinerate you with their gaze. You thought you just missed a pass? No. You just brought dishonor to your entire family. Coach Dickhead McClipboard™ will stand there, throwing his hand up, shaking his head in disgust like you just MURDERED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY.

And if you DARE to show ANY sign of weakness? Oh, you’re done.

You’re out of breath? You're SOFT.

You’re slowing down? You have NO DISCIPLINE. You don't WORK HARD ENOUGH ! You're NOT COMMITTED !!!

You take a sip of water? You're a PUSSY.


And then there’s the legendary post-practice speeches.

“You guys need to WANT IT MORE.”

“This is what it takes to be an ATHLETE.”

"Are you obsessed !?"

"This is not a game. We're on a mission."

“Do you think the greats EVER took a break ?”


YES, COACH. IN FACT, THEY DID. BECAUSE THEY’RE PRO ATHLETES WITH RECOVERY SCHEDULES.

Also, stop acting like YOU’RE one of the greats. You are a PE TEACHER WITH A WHISTLE and a FUCKING CLIPBOARD SURGICALLY FUSED TO YOUR HAND. You are not Pep Guardiola. You are not Mourinho. You are not even close to Erik ten Hag. You are a fat, bald dude with a clipboard and a superiority complex.

And the favoritism? UNMATCHED.

Varsity players? Dapped up. Hugged. Treated like royalty.

Non-Varsity players? They don’t even LOOK at you.

AYSO players? Treated like we have LEPROSY.


THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING NIGHTMARE OF TRYOUTS

Let’s go back to that suffering. Let’s RE-LIVE it.

SUFFERING. SUFFERING. NOTHING BUT SUFFERING.

5 DAYS OF BOOT CAMP-LEVEL TORTURE.

RUNNING UNTIL YOU WANT TO DIE.

DO NOT STOP RUNNING OR YOU WILL BE PUBLICLY EXECUTED BY COACH’S EYEBALLS.

DO NOT ASK FOR WATER OR YOU ARE A MENTALLY WEAK LITTLE BITCH WITH NO DISCIPLINE.

IF YOU CAN’T SPRINT ANYMORE? ENJOY GETTING HUMILIATED IN PUBLIC, PUSSY.


And then, of course, THE BIGGEST BULLSHIT OF ALL.

THE TRYOUTS WERE PRE-DECIDED.

They already knew who they were taking before they even blew the first whistle. If you weren’t a club soccer kid, if you didn’t personally know the coach, if you weren’t already in their little Varsity in-crowd, you were FUCKED.

You could be busting your ass, playing out of your mind, but if Coach Shithead McClipboard™ doesn’t KNOW you, you might as well be INVISIBLE.

And the worst part? The post-tryout list.

They slap that crusty, wrinkled paper on the locker room wall like it’s the fucking Bible, and there’s your confirmation of FAILURE.

Varsity? PRE-CHOSEN GODS.

JV? The better Varsity leftovers.

Fresh/Soph? DOUBLE leftover filler.

The rest of us? DISCARDED LIKE TRASH.


And if you DARE to ask why you got cut?

“It just wasn’t a good fit.”

“We had a lot of talent this year.”

“Keep working, maybe next year.”


FUCK YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU.


THE DEATH OF THE SPORT

This isn’t just about me. This isn’t just about one team, one school. This shit happens EVERYWHERE.

Tryouts are unfair.

High school soccer is an elitist country club.

The coaches are smug, power-tripping egomaniacs.

The players are insufferable flexing dickbags.


And the worst part? THIS SYSTEM IS KILLING THE GAME.

Kids are quitting soccer. They’re sick of it. Sick of the gatekeeping, sick of the suffering, sick of the fake-ass club affiliations, sick of the soul-destroying bullshit that comes with just trying to PLAY THE FUCKING GAME.

This is why America will NEVER be a true soccer nation. Soccer here is an AFTERTHOUGHT SPORT used as an absolute scam of a business to farm money via the Underground US Youth Soccer Mafia™.

If you don’t have money, connections, and the right last name, you are FUCKED.

Fuck this system. Fuck these coaches. Fuck these pre-determined tryouts. Fuck these Varsity dickriders.

I’ll be at the park, where real soccer still exists.

AYSO 4 LIFE, MOTHERFUCKERS.
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Did you honestly expect anything different?
 
Dale Earnhardt Jr Jr said:
ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!!

Here’s a mature, compassionate reframe that retains the intensity and sentiment while respecting all perspectives:

Three months. It’s been three long, emotionally exhausting months. Three months of sitting on the sidelines, watching the spectacle of high school soccer unfold before me. It’s been a trying time—filled with frustration, disappointment, and a constant, nagging sense of exclusion. I’ve witnessed how an entire system elevates a select few, leaving the rest of us feeling marginalized and invisible.

Now, I’d like to share my reflections on this experience. This isn't meant to attack anyone but rather to call attention to a reality that many of us who didn't make the team face.

The High School Soccer Hierarchy​

Ever since tryouts ended, it feels like the entire school has been swept up in a fervor of adoration for the Varsity team. I understand the excitement—school spirit is important—but for those of us who didn’t make it, the constant announcements and social media posts can be disheartening.

“Come support your Varsity Boys tonight! Big game against West Coast FC High!”
“Shoutout to the team for a huge 1-0 victory over our rivals!”
“Hype video drop—let’s gooo!”

I watched the hype video. I understand it’s meant to motivate and inspire, but to be honest, it came across more theatrical than necessary. Dramatic slow-motion shots, intense music... all for a high school soccer match. It’s hard to relate to that level of self-celebration when you’re on the outside looking in.

I don’t begrudge them their success. They’ve worked hard to get where they are. Still, from my perspective, the glorification of high school sports can sometimes feel overblown, especially when those who don’t fit into that circle are treated as though we’re not even part of the same community.

The Coaches and the Culture of Perfection​

Coaching is no doubt a challenging job. Coaches must manage high expectations while shaping young athletes' growth and discipline. However, my experience with the tryouts left me feeling that there was little room for mistakes or individuality. One misstep, one missed pass, and the judgment was palpable. It was as if you weren’t just failing at a sport—you were being measured against an impossible standard of perfection.

I understand the need for discipline and high standards in competitive environments. But there’s a fine line between fostering discipline and breaking a young person’s confidence. For those of us who weren’t already entrenched in the system through club affiliations or personal connections, it often felt like there was no chance to prove ourselves. We were judged on things beyond our control, and the rejection was swift and impersonal.

The Emotional Toll of Tryouts​

Tryouts were physically and emotionally grueling. Five days of relentless drills and conditioning, where stopping to catch your breath felt like an invitation for ridicule. It was clear to many of us that the decisions about who made the team were already made long before we set foot on the field. Those who were part of the established soccer network had a clear advantage. For the rest of us, it didn’t seem to matter how hard we worked—we were invisible.

When the final team list was posted, it wasn’t just a roster. It was a confirmation of the barriers we faced. And when we asked for feedback, the responses were vague:

“It wasn’t a good fit.”
“We had a lot of talent this year.”
“Keep working, maybe next year.”

It’s hard not to feel disillusioned when those words echo so hollowly.

The Bigger Picture​

This isn’t just about me or my school. The issue of exclusion and elitism in youth soccer is widespread. Many talented players are driven away from the sport because of rigid systems, favoritism, and pay-to-play structures that prioritize club affiliations over merit. For a sport that thrives on passion and community in much of the world, it’s disheartening to see how it's often reduced to a status game here.

Soccer should be accessible to everyone. The current system, with its gatekeeping and intense pressure, risks alienating those who truly love the game but don’t have the right connections or resources. This isn’t just hurting individuals—it’s stifling the growth of soccer as a whole.

A Call for Change​

To those who made the team—congratulations. You deserve to celebrate your success. But I ask that you also show empathy to those who weren’t as fortunate. To the coaches—please remember that your words and actions have a profound impact on young athletes. Building character should not come at the cost of breaking someone's spirit.

And to those of us who didn’t make it—keep playing. Keep loving the game. Soccer is bigger than any one team or school. I’ll be out on the park fields, where the game still belongs to everyone.

Let’s work toward a future where soccer is truly for all.

AYSO for life.
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Very worried for us as a human race based on how many people seem to actually believe the OP is a kid 😳

Dale - EPIC!!! 👏🏻
 
espola said:
My dear Frank--

I suggest you seek treatment.
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My dear espola--

I think we all need some help after the last 7 years. The fellas over in the kitchen have been trying to get you to seek treatment the last 8 years. Not only do you have a drinking problem, but you also have severe TDS. I hear DOGE is going to look under the hood with US Soccer after their done with USAID. GDA closed shop and took off like a bat out of hell when Covid 19 came.
 
Comes off as pure jealousy. Doesn’t belittle the points, however it may be time to move on and find something that doesn’t drive you this crazy.
 
Or maybe there are a lot of better players than you and you just didn't make the cut? While very lengthy in nature, still a "it's not fair" tantrum. At least you got it off your chest though.
 
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