I finally got my first goal of the season. The ball got passed up to Brad on the right wing, and we drove down fast, in a two on one breakaway. The defender finally decided to go after Brad, and he crossed it in to the middle - a beautiful ball right to the 15. No one on me, so I took a shot. It was ugly - a weak one-touch volley off the shin that the keeper bobbled. Still, it's a goal, and now I'll quit complaining to everyone else about playing up front. In the end, we won 9-5, bringing our record to 3-1.