Futbol, the playing kind, not the watching

Last week I signed up for the YMCA here, but its actually called the ACJ (Asociación Cristiana de Jóvenes). It has everything! The building is like 6 stories tall, and it has a huge variety of things to do and classes to take, but let's be honest here...I signed up for one reason one reason only, and that is soccer. I came to the decision that it would just be stupid to come all the way down to Uruguay, the country that one the first ever World Cup and is bordered by Brazil and Argentina, the countries that produced the two greatest soccer players of the previous generation, and then not play soccer. So I coughed up the money and joined, but then I was so bogged down with homework and other things last week that I never actually made it to the ACJ (story of my life). Anyways, this last week I was able to make it. It was a little nerve-racking since the building is huge and everyone there speaks spanish and I didn't know anyone there. I had to ask someone where the gym was that they play soccer in, and once I finally found it my nerves didn't stop there. We lined up on a wall and there were 4 captains that picked teams. I got picked and still nobody really talked to each other. We started playing and I suddenly realized that I haven't played soccer on a wooden floor in forever, and that everyone I'm playing with is really good! My nerves persisted for most of the night due to the captain of my team who was really competitive and had a bit of a temper. After about 45 minutes, he got really upset and kicked a ball into the stands and they asked him to leave. After this, I was able to settle down and do better. I ended up scoring two goals and having a good time, but I'd still like to be a lot better...like A LOT better but we'll see what happens. Right now, I'm just content with getting to play the sport I love.