Not serious soccer, mind you. No, this is a month and a half, $40 commitment on a low pressure team, but still, it's soccer. And in case I haven't mentioned it before, I don't really like watching my kids play soccer because... how can I say this without hurting anyone's feelings... we stink at soccer. We lack killer, agressive instinct. I blame Abe. In little kids soccer the children move in an amoeba form up and down the field. The action is happening in the center of the blob. My children are consistently on the periphery of the blob. Once they are old enough to play actual positions, they are, without exception, defenders.
1. They beg for it. As I've said before, they all like soccer in theory. Being a part of a team, matching uniforms, treats after the game. It lures them in. The excitement of the first game is quickly overshadowed by the reality of running up and down the field for 40 minutes in either freezing wind or burning heat. Then they are the first to volunteer to sit out when the coach asks who needs a break. It was not 10 minutes into the game when George left the game, came to me and said, "Is this real-life soccer? Maybe I don't really like soccer." This could be a long month and a half.
3. Abe and I both played on little league soccer teams when we were kids. We probably stunk too. I know I did-- I was a defender for sure! Interestingly, we were both on teams called "The Red Devils". Abe felt bad about the name. I think I came up with the name.
Don't tell my kids.
---I would like to say that Faith showed a little more aggression in today's game than I expected. She even played as a forward for a little while. Perhaps there is hope.
---And Cannon showed quite a bit of hustle. So if soccer doesn't work out, perhaps he has a future in track and field.
---I don't have much positive to report about George's first day... Well, he was really cute. Oh, here's something to report about George's team. A while back Cannon had a girl on his team who had the most obnoxious soccer dad on the planet. He yelled "advice" to his less than talented daughter all season. He was intense-- behaving like grown men at a college football game. Heaven help me, his son is now on George's team.