HIGH SCHOOL SOCCER TRYOUTS ARE A RIGGED SHITSTORM AND I'M PISSED ABOUT IT

I'd say it depends entirely on whether the individual (and/or team they are playing for), is in the top 50%, top 5%, top 1%, or one of the top individuals/teams in the nation. One size doesn't fit all in this case, and I generally agree with your point that for most kids - private training is only slightly better, if at all better, than working on themselves and the team with their coach and individual work on their own. But an individual training program with private training/coaching has the best chance of taking someone who is already quite talented, already quite motivated, and highly incented to improve themselves, to continue to better themselves week-in week-out as they grow.
Totally agree with this. My point is a poor kid shouldn’t use the lack of access to private training as an excuse. Watch some YouTube videos and go out practice on your own. You can get pretty far with some talent and having the love for the game.
 
Alright, buckle the fuck up, cause I’ve been bottling this shit in for days, and I need to fucking SPEAK. High school soccer tryouts are the most miserable, brain-dead, soul-crushing experience ever invented by humanity. I don’t even know how to summarize the complete shitstorm I just lived through this beautiful month of November, but here we fucking go.


First off, TRYOUTS SUCK ASS.
Like, genuinely, what the actual fuck is the point of putting us through five goddamn days of HELL just to decide who gets cut? They make you run until you’re puking (love that SoCal heat, right?), yell at you like you’re some unpaid ball-shagging intern, and then casually post a shitty wrinkled piece of paper in the locker room, listing the chosen ones. Or worse, they put it on their fancy-ass Instagram account like they’re some fucking Real Madrid academy or some Premium shit. Bro, we’re not pros. We’re 15-year-olds with raging acne and bad attitudes.

Let me tell you what happened: I just got CUT. Not "Oh, maybe you’ll make JV" cut. I mean "Didn’t make it onto ANY team, not even the landfill-tier Fresh/Soph squad that exists just so the varsity coaches don’t feel bad about axing half the school." It’s like they looked at me, shrugged, and decided we were barely worth the paper they used to print the shitty, wrinkled tryout results. My name? Not on the paper. Not on the polished, Instagram post list with some edgy Kendrick Lamar soundtrack either. Not even on the “you suck but here’s JV or the freshman/sophomore trash team” roster. Nope. My ass got kicked out with the rest of the “plebs,” like we’re dogshit they stepped on. And the best part? No explanation. Don’t think you can ask for feedback. OH NO !!!!! That’s like pulling teeth. You have to go BEG the coach to tell you why you didn’t make it, like he’s doing YOU a favor. “Oh, we just felt like you didn’t stand out enough.” Yeah, no shit, Coach Clipboard, because your beloved Varsity Darlings™ didn't pass your precious Nike Flight Premier League Team Academy™ balls like they'd get straight up executed if they did.

The Varsity Boys™ Are Pre-Selected GODS.
Here’s the kicker: TRYOUTS DON’T EVEN MATTER. Yeah, you heard me. That Varsity squad? PRE-FUCKING-MADE. All those little darlings from last year? They automatically make Varsity again. It doesn’t matter if they were lazy or played like shit during tryouts—they’re in. Coach Clipboard literally said there's like 5 FUCKING SPOTS available on Varsity BEFORE FUCKING DAY 1 OF TRYOUTS STARTED. They automatically get a pass. Why? Oh, because they’re club kids or academy babies. The coach SOMEHOW, already knows them from those clubs. The system is rigged as shit, and we all fucking know it.

Meanwhile, us regular dudes? We’re treated like unpaid extras in a bad sports movie. We’re out here running suicides in 90-degree heat, praying the coach will notice us. Guess what? They fucking DON'T. They’re too busy joking around with their Varsity favorites, high-fiving them and clapping them on the back like they're gonna grab beers after practice or some shit.


The Tryout Experience is Straight-Up TORTURE. It’s 2 hours of hell every day for a week. I got treated like garbage after five days of killing myself out there. Wanna touch the ball? Ha, good luck with that. Those Varsity assholes won’t pass to you because “who the fuck is this kid?”
You can scream “BALL, BALL, BALL” all you want. You can yell “SEND ME” till your throat bleeds. No one gives a shit. And when you finally get the ball? Oh, sorry, the coach didn’t see that play because he was too busy licking the cleats of some MLS Next Academy bastard.

The thing is, yeah, these club kids are good. I’ll give them that. You’d be good too if your parents shelled out $1,000 a month for you to get coached by some mysterious "Elite Coach" who "almost made it pro" in Spain. It actually costs a FUCKING BALLSACK to play on those "Elite" clubs. But the system is RIGGED. The coaches KNOW these kids from clubs because they’re in this weird little soccer mafia together—some shady Illuminati shit in the area where the Varsity coaches keep their precious weird ass connections with the club coaches all tight and buddy-buddy, trading players like they're fucking slaves in the Confederate states 160 years ago.

"You know Eduardo from Premier West Coast LASC Gold League ECNL Tier 1 MLS Next !? He's definitely VARSITY MATERIAL !!!!"
You’re not in a club? Guess what? You’re invisible. You don’t exist. You play AYSO or, God forbid, you’re just a kid who loves soccer and practices at the park? LOL. You’re a joke to this team ! They give you those dead blank stares like you're a fucking leper. It’s not about skill; it’s about politics.

Let me tell you something about these Varsity assholes. They act like they’re hot shit because they made the team last year. Newsflash, you arrogant little pieces of shit: YOU ARE NOT GOING PRO. You’re not even going D1. You’re gonna play at some NAIA school in Nebraska, blow out your ACL sophomore year, and end up selling congealed pizza at Albertsons. Fucking NONE of us are going pro. We're just a bunch of awkward teenagers, and maybe two of us MAX will play D3 soccer in college and warm the fucking bench before we blow up our ACLs and realize we peaked in high school. No one's getting scouted here. But hey, keep posting your stupid goal clips from LASC scrimmages on Instagram like you’re fucking Cavan Sullivan (don't get me started on that overrated bastard with an ego bigger than R9's stomach).

And don’t think I forgot about JV and the Freshman/Sophomore teams. JV is the undershit reserve filler fat just in case one of the Varsity Princes™ blows up his ankle on their pristine turf field during a game. And Fresh/Soph is just a daycare with soccer balls. It’s where dreams go to die on the shit grass field that smells like regret and dogshit piles. “But they're developmental teams!” Shut the fuck up. They're pity teams.


Final Thoughts (or Whatever):
FUCK TRYOUTS. Fuck this perverted gate-keeping darwinistic system. Fuck the Varsity-Club-Academy circle-jerk. And fuck those OVERPRICED, douchebag clubs that force you to PAY the GDP of a FUCKING MICRONATION to play in their fancy ass "PREMIUM !!!" league for a 3 months season. I’m not salty—I’m fucking FURIOUS. High school soccer is a corrupt, rigged, elitist, flaming pile of spirit-crushing SHITSHOW that sucks all the joy out of the game. And you know what? I’m done. I'm FUCKING DONE. I’ll stick to Sunday league games where the only drama is who brings the orange slices.

If you read this whole rant, congrats. You probably just wasted 10 minutes of your life, but hey, at least I feel better now. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
For a 15 year old you are an excellent writer. Maybe look into the Journalism Club at your school, I'll bet you become a Varsity contributor.
 
I, for one, appreciate a good, old fashioned, unapologetic rant, even if it might just be someone's self pity-party along a stages of grief path.

On a semi-related note, though, there's often a lot of overlap between clubs and HS, and it wouldn't be uncommon for coaches to already have a lot of perspective on who is good/otherwise going into try-outs. Moreover, one thing I've certainly observed with my kid, re club vs AYSO/rec: there's a world of difference between just practicing year-round with qualified coaches and good players, vs just practicing "in season" and recreationally. An average player put into a club program will be better, after a year or two, than a more skilled and athletic player just playing AYSO in-season; that's just reality.

And you know what? In the spirit of the rant, I'm not even going to express condolences that life isn't fair. As a parent who puts my kid in club to give him advantages, I know that's an opportunity that not everyone has, and one that he has because I worked a lot to have the resources to provide that type of advantage for my kids. I do not feel bad that my kids can have additional opportunities because of my work. If my actions inspire future rants about how unfair the the club systems are, then so be it.
Nailed it. The reality of success in life is a team effort. People who make their kids suffer and work hard just to get by, because "that is what my parents did to me", are just continuing the life disadvantage onto the next generation in their family. If we want to succeed like the Rich, you have to look at how they do it.
 
it's hard to not make the JV or Frosh/Soph team in HS. I mean, if you have enthusiasm, you make them generally. Love your rant... the decision may be related to attitude? just a deep thought to contemplate
Oh no. OH NO !!!!!! ATTITUDE !!!!!! I absolutely fucking LOVED Coach Clipboard's attitude when he was too busy playing Fortnite with his Varsity Buddies on the field while I was working the shit out of my body running back and forth like an absolute moron in heat that'd make Satan beg for a sip of PISS without stopping even though nobody passed to me for shit. "Uhhhhhghhh I appreciate your effort and commitment, kid, but we don't feel like you could make a huge impact..!"
 
I needed to vent. Seeing those Varsity bastards at school flexing like they just got signed by Man City or some shit pisses me off
Well you are right it’s not that much of a flex. The kids who made mls academy teams are sniggering at the varsity players. But note it is a threshold you weren’t able to cross so stay humble.

Oh no. OH NO !!!!!! ATTITUDE !!!!!! I absolutely fucking LOVED Coach Clipboard's attitude when he was too busy playing Fortnite with his Varsity Buddies on the field while I was working the shit out of my body running back and forth like an absolute moron in heat that'd make Satan beg for a sip of PISS without stopping even though nobody passed to me for shit. "Uhhhhhghhh I appreciate your effort and commitment, kid, but we don't feel like you could make a huge impact..!"
Now you might very well be right and politics had SOMETHING to do with it. But politics is usually the tie breaker. If you were Pulisic out there, you’d be on the team. If you were Pulisic out there, Sunday league or not, you’d be spotted and given a free ride at an academy team or an MLS Next Team. So the harsh reality kid is you aren’t the best of the best and you, as a result, didn’t deserve anything.

Here’s a harsh truth about the meritocratic garbage you’ve been told about most of your life (and you may as well learn this lesson now). It’s not always about how hard you work. Some of it is innate talent: it’s your responsibility to find an innate talent you love and not everything you love will bend to your innate talents.That doesn’t mean give soccer up: if you love it go enjoy it.

But if you want to make the team in future years, stop feeling sorry for yourself and first figure out what you need to do to get there, and second be honest if you have the talent for that even to be a possibility. That means becoming the best so there’s no question of politics sidelining your selection, and being honest about what your deficiencies are: technical skill, iq, attitude. If it’s skill, sorry Sunday league just ain’t going to cut it if you are going up against letter league kids who are at practice every other day year round. The only exception to this is if you told us you were so good you were offered a free ride at a club, but turned it down— in which case you made your choices so why complain about them.
 
Alright, buckle the fuck up, cause I’ve been bottling this shit in for days, and I need to fucking SPEAK. High school soccer tryouts are the most miserable, brain-dead, soul-crushing experience ever invented by humanity. I don’t even know how to summarize the complete shitstorm I just lived through this beautiful month of November, but here we fucking go.


First off, TRYOUTS SUCK ASS.
Like, genuinely, what the actual fuck is the point of putting us through five goddamn days of HELL just to decide who gets cut? They make you run until you’re puking (love that SoCal heat, right?), yell at you like you’re some unpaid ball-shagging intern, and then casually post a shitty wrinkled piece of paper in the locker room, listing the chosen ones. Or worse, they put it on their fancy-ass Instagram account like they’re some fucking Real Madrid academy or some Premium shit. Bro, we’re not pros. We’re 15-year-olds with raging acne and bad attitudes.

Let me tell you what happened: I just got CUT. Not "Oh, maybe you’ll make JV" cut. I mean "Didn’t make it onto ANY team, not even the landfill-tier Fresh/Soph squad that exists just so the varsity coaches don’t feel bad about axing half the school." It’s like they looked at me, shrugged, and decided we were barely worth the paper they used to print the shitty, wrinkled tryout results. My name? Not on the paper. Not on the polished, Instagram post list with some edgy Kendrick Lamar soundtrack either. Not even on the “you suck but here’s JV or the freshman/sophomore trash team” roster. Nope. My ass got kicked out with the rest of the “plebs,” like we’re dogshit they stepped on. And the best part? No explanation. Don’t think you can ask for feedback. OH NO !!!!! That’s like pulling teeth. You have to go BEG the coach to tell you why you didn’t make it, like he’s doing YOU a favor. “Oh, we just felt like you didn’t stand out enough.” Yeah, no shit, Coach Clipboard, because your beloved Varsity Darlings™ didn't pass your precious Nike Flight Premier League Team Academy™ balls like they'd get straight up executed if they did.

The Varsity Boys™ Are Pre-Selected GODS.
Here’s the kicker: TRYOUTS DON’T EVEN MATTER. Yeah, you heard me. That Varsity squad? PRE-FUCKING-MADE. All those little darlings from last year? They automatically make Varsity again. It doesn’t matter if they were lazy or played like shit during tryouts—they’re in. Coach Clipboard literally said there's like 5 FUCKING SPOTS available on Varsity BEFORE FUCKING DAY 1 OF TRYOUTS STARTED. They automatically get a pass. Why? Oh, because they’re club kids or academy babies. The coach SOMEHOW, already knows them from those clubs. The system is rigged as shit, and we all fucking know it.

Meanwhile, us regular dudes? We’re treated like unpaid extras in a bad sports movie. We’re out here running suicides in 90-degree heat, praying the coach will notice us. Guess what? They fucking DON'T. They’re too busy joking around with their Varsity favorites, high-fiving them and clapping them on the back like they're gonna grab beers after practice or some shit.


The Tryout Experience is Straight-Up TORTURE. It’s 2 hours of hell every day for a week. I got treated like garbage after five days of killing myself out there. Wanna touch the ball? Ha, good luck with that. Those Varsity assholes won’t pass to you because “who the fuck is this kid?”
You can scream “BALL, BALL, BALL” all you want. You can yell “SEND ME” till your throat bleeds. No one gives a shit. And when you finally get the ball? Oh, sorry, the coach didn’t see that play because he was too busy licking the cleats of some MLS Next Academy bastard.

The thing is, yeah, these club kids are good. I’ll give them that. You’d be good too if your parents shelled out $1,000 a month for you to get coached by some mysterious "Elite Coach" who "almost made it pro" in Spain. It actually costs a FUCKING BALLSACK to play on those "Elite" clubs. But the system is RIGGED. The coaches KNOW these kids from clubs because they’re in this weird little soccer mafia together—some shady Illuminati shit in the area where the Varsity coaches keep their precious weird ass connections with the club coaches all tight and buddy-buddy, trading players like they're fucking slaves in the Confederate states 160 years ago.

"You know Eduardo from Premier West Coast LASC Gold League ECNL Tier 1 MLS Next !? He's definitely VARSITY MATERIAL !!!!"
You’re not in a club? Guess what? You’re invisible. You don’t exist. You play AYSO or, God forbid, you’re just a kid who loves soccer and practices at the park? LOL. You’re a joke to this team ! They give you those dead blank stares like you're a fucking leper. It’s not about skill; it’s about politics.

Let me tell you something about these Varsity assholes. They act like they’re hot shit because they made the team last year. Newsflash, you arrogant little pieces of shit: YOU ARE NOT GOING PRO. You’re not even going D1. You’re gonna play at some NAIA school in Nebraska, blow out your ACL sophomore year, and end up selling congealed pizza at Albertsons. Fucking NONE of us are going pro. We're just a bunch of awkward teenagers, and maybe two of us MAX will play D3 soccer in college and warm the fucking bench before we blow up our ACLs and realize we peaked in high school. No one's getting scouted here. But hey, keep posting your stupid goal clips from LASC scrimmages on Instagram like you’re fucking Cavan Sullivan (don't get me started on that overrated bastard with an ego bigger than R9's stomach).

And don’t think I forgot about JV and the Freshman/Sophomore teams. JV is the undershit reserve filler fat just in case one of the Varsity Princes™ blows up his ankle on their pristine turf field during a game. And Fresh/Soph is just a daycare with soccer balls. It’s where dreams go to die on the shit grass field that smells like regret and dogshit piles. “But they're developmental teams!” Shut the fuck up. They're pity teams.


Final Thoughts (or Whatever):
FUCK TRYOUTS. Fuck this perverted gate-keeping darwinistic system. Fuck the Varsity-Club-Academy circle-jerk. And fuck those OVERPRICED, douchebag clubs that force you to PAY the GDP of a FUCKING MICRONATION to play in their fancy ass "PREMIUM !!!" league for a 3 months season. I’m not salty—I’m fucking FURIOUS. High school soccer is a corrupt, rigged, elitist, flaming pile of spirit-crushing SHITSHOW that sucks all the joy out of the game. And you know what? I’m done. I'm FUCKING DONE. I’ll stick to Sunday league games where the only drama is who brings the orange slices.

If you read this whole rant, congrats. You probably just wasted 10 minutes of your life, but hey, at least I feel better now. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

I will say this. You maybe didn't make the HS Team, but you can sure add alot of color and dimension to to a stressful hardship with your writing. That might be the most entertaining piece of work I've read on this site. No way are you in high school right? If you are, you write better than 95% of the adults I've met. I found the line below hilarious amongst many others.
I’ll stick to Sunday league games where the only drama is who brings the orange slices.
Shorten this up with a few less cuss words or don't and you got yourself a great hit piece on HS Tryouts!
 
Probably. Just hoping there's no Journalism MLS Next Academy kids writing 10 pages under 1 min during tryouts
You're also hilarious! Great writer, great sense of humor and a willingness to call out the frauds at the top. You are going far, my friend. Promise me you'll stay fired up and go out and kick ass at whatever you end up doing in life.
 
Oh no. OH NO !!!!!! ATTITUDE !!!!!! I absolutely fucking LOVED Coach Clipboard's attitude when he was too busy playing Fortnite with his Varsity Buddies on the field while I was working the shit out of my body running back and forth like an absolute moron in heat that'd make Satan beg for a sip of PISS without stopping even though nobody passed to me for shit. "Uhhhhhghhh I appreciate your effort and commitment, kid, but we don't feel like you could make a huge impact..!"
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Oh no. OH NO !!!!!! ATTITUDE !!!!!! I absolutely fucking LOVED Coach Clipboard's attitude when he was too busy playing Fortnite with his Varsity Buddies on the field while I was working the shit out of my body running back and forth like an absolute moron in heat that'd make Satan beg for a sip of PISS without stopping even though nobody passed to me for shit. "Uhhhhhghhh I appreciate your effort and commitment, kid, but we don't feel like you could make a huge impact..!"
Hey kid, you got style in your writing. True story. I was on my last year of becoming a P.E. Teacher and had to go observe one of the top high school baseball coaches in SoCal teach one of his PE classes. I went into sales instead after watching coach roll out a bag of soccer balls and let the kids play co-ed kickball. Dude went to the bench and read the sports page for 30 minutes as the kids played. When I had PE as a kid, we had a league, and it was super competitive and super fun and the winners' got medals. It was so fun.
 
I will say this. You maybe didn't make the HS Team, but you can sure add alot of color and dimension to to a stressful hardship with your writing. That might be the most entertaining piece of work I've read on this site. No way are you in high school right? If you are, you write better than 95% of the adults I've met. I found the line below hilarious amongst many others.

Shorten this up with a few less cuss words or don't and you got yourself a great hit piece on HS Tryouts!
Thank you, kind stranger, for this glimmer of validation in the vast ocean of my shattered soccer dreams. No cap, this comment feels like a cold Gatorade after running suicides in 100-degree SoCal heat—hydrating my soul.

And yeah, I’m in high school. Sophomore. 15. Shocking, right? Guess getting absolutely DEMOLISHED by a corrupt soccer system unlocks a hidden talent for unhinged rants. Who knew all it took to channel my inner Hemingway was a Varsity coach with the emotional range of a traffic cone?

But hey, if soccer doesn’t work out (spoiler: it won’t because my LEFTOVER ASS GOT CUT), maybe I’ll try my luck writing spicy exposés on the SoCal Soccer Mafia Industrial Complex. Working title: “Ballers and Bastards: How I Survived the SoCal Soccer Mafia Without Tearing My ACL.”

Anyway, appreciate the hype. You’ve restored like… 4% of my faith in humanity.
 
You're also hilarious! Great writer, great sense of humor and a willingness to call out the frauds at the top. You are going far, my friend. Promise me you'll stay fired up and go out and kick ass at whatever you end up doing in life.
Damn, I came here to rage about getting cut from soccer, and now I’m leaving with a motivational speech that’s one step away from one of those edgy billionaire reels on Instagram with Lambos in the background or some shit. You might just be the real MVP here—unlike Coach Clipboard, who couldn’t pick talent if it dribbled up and nutmegged him.

I promise to stay fired up. Fired up at the system, fired up at the club kids with their $1,000 cleats that cost more than a ballsack, and fired up at the Varsity guys who probably have pre-game pedicures scheduled with the coach. But more importantly, fired up for whatever comes next. Maybe I’ll channel all this rage into becoming the next great satirical sports writer. Or maybe I’ll start a grassroots anti-club soccer movement. Either way, somebody’s getting their ass metaphorically kicked.

Appreciate the support, my friend. When I inevitably go viral for exposing the SoCal Youth Soccer Mafia, I’ll shout you out in the credits.
 
Hey kid, you got style in your writing. True story. I was on my last year of becoming a P.E. Teacher and had to go observe one of the top high school baseball coaches in SoCal teach one of his PE classes. I went into sales instead after watching coach roll out a bag of soccer balls and let the kids play co-ed kickball. Dude went to the bench and read the sports page for 30 minutes as the kids played. When I had PE as a kid, we had a league, and it was super competitive and super fun and the winners' got medals. It was so fun.
Ah, yes, the classic "P.E. Teacher in Chill Mode" move—just roll out the balls and let the chaos unfold. Gotta respect the hustle, honestly. Why inspire the youth when you can vibe on the sidelines playing Subway Surfers on your cracked IPhone 5 ? That baseball coach sounds like a PE version of my high school's soccer coaches : zero effort, zero fucks given, and yet somehow still in charge of shaping young athletes.

Also, I’m low-key jealous of your PE memories. Medals? Leagues? Actual fun? Man, my PE class is just retarded TikTok kids pretending to be prime Kobe playing with half-deflated basketballs. While our old ass depressed teacher scrolls Instagram Reels in his chair while making the fat kids walk around the gym so they don't get -100 points taken from their Aeries. If there’s any “competition,” it’s over who can sneak back to the locker room fastest without getting caught.

You were right to dodge that profession, though. If SoCal sports culture has taught me anything, it’s that coaches can only be one of two things: legends or sleepwalking frauds. No in-between.
 
Hey kid, you got style in your writing. True story. I was on my last year of becoming a P.E. Teacher and had to go observe one of the top high school baseball coaches in SoCal teach one of his PE classes. I went into sales instead after watching coach roll out a bag of soccer balls and let the kids play co-ed kickball. Dude went to the bench and read the sports page for 30 minutes as the kids played. When I had PE as a kid, we had a league, and it was super competitive and super fun and the winners' got medals. It was so fun.
well that sucks. you could of been a pe teacher and made pe fun for the kids again. bummer
 
Ah, yes, the classic "P.E. Teacher in Chill Mode" move—just roll out the balls and let the chaos unfold. Gotta respect the hustle, honestly. Why inspire the youth when you can vibe on the sidelines playing Subway Surfers on your cracked IPhone 5 ? That baseball coach sounds like a PE version of my high school's soccer coaches : zero effort, zero fucks given, and yet somehow still in charge of shaping young athletes.

Also, I’m low-key jealous of your PE memories. Medals? Leagues? Actual fun? Man, my PE class is just retarded TikTok kids pretending to be prime Kobe playing with half-deflated basketballs. While our old ass depressed teacher scrolls Instagram Reels in his chair while making the fat kids walk around the gym so they don't get -100 points taken from their Aeries. If there’s any “competition,” it’s over who can sneak back to the locker room fastest without getting caught.

You were right to dodge that profession, though. If SoCal sports culture has taught me anything, it’s that coaches can only be one of two things: legends or sleepwalking frauds. No in-between.
damn you can write!
 
well that sucks. you could of been a pe teacher and made pe fun for the kids again. bummer
I would have been a really good PE teacher and coach. It was my goal to coach high school basketball and teach health and PE to all the kid. I would have been fired in 2020 for not pushing the mask and the jabs.
 
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