Naomi Girma good shot

 

Naomi Girma good shot

Naomi Girma is an up and coming player on the national women’s soccer team. She was doing a round of radio and television appearances around the country to promote the team competing in the latest tournament. On one of the shows, she was talked into playing a game. Naomi was sat underneath a vat of what appeared to be clam chowder. Next to it was a soccer net with a large target inside of it. It was explained that the object of the game was for Naomi’s team mate to kick the ball at the goal and try to hit the target. If they managed to hit the target, it would cause the vat of chowder to dump out all over Naomi. Naomi told her teammate that she loved her, but this would be the one and only time that she would be routing against her.

Naomi sat with her legs crossed and looked nervously up at the clam chowder that sat in the vat above her. She crossed her fingers. She tried to wave her hands and say, miss, miss, miss to try to distract her teammate. She was doing everything she could to try to escape. She wore her football jersey and shorts. Naomi made a sigh of relief when the first kick flew wide of the mark.

The second kick came much closer to the target, but still miss. The kicker only had five kicks in total to hit the target. Naomi cheered. The next kick came even closer. It went just below the target. The kicker was now able to judge their kicks and felt they knew now exactly where to aim. This time they took their time and aimed perfectly. They reached out and struck the ball with velocity. Before Naomi could even react, the ball already flew at the target, hitting it with speed and great force.

In an instant, the vat tipped and oceans of clam chowder dumped all over the soccer star from above. She yelped as the chowder completely covered her. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes as she was showered in chowder. In fact, it could be described as a chowder shower, to coin a phrase. Her head and face were completely covered. Lumps of corn and clam stuck to the top of her head. Bits of carrots and corn stuck to her face. The yellowy soup oozed down her dark skin. The chowder was also all over her jersey, on her legs and all over her shorts. Some of the lumpy bits seemed to collect between her legs.

She used her hands to lift off some of the lumps of chowder from her body. Her teammate was laughing uncontrollably. Naomi stood up and brushed herself off, letting some of chowder ooze down her body. She rolled her eyes and licked her lips. She shook her head and gave a sarcastic smile. She shook her teammate’s hand and said, “Good shot!”