Playing Soccer

Last week, at my oldest son's last soccer practice of the season, the coaches of two of the teams invited the parents to play against the boys' teams combined. We were hopelessly outnumbered, but big enough, and some of us good enough, to score several goals without letting the poor boys score one. They did a great job, but they couldn't compete with us. Not fair. Sometime after half-time, a couple of us switched sides, but it still wasn't enough to turn the tide.

I was really proud of my son. He played his heart out just like he always does. It was fun to play against him and then to play with him. His team does a great job and they had a couple of GREAT coaches. Those two men were always positive, supportive, and encouraging. The assistant coach knew the sport really well and did a great job teaching the boys some strategy and they both really helped the boys work together and become better soccer players. Their team was called "The Heat" and the coaches were always telling them to "bring on the Heat".

I'm so glad my boys love soccer. I don't know why I like it so much. I'm not that good at it, but I love to play. And it was SO much fun to play with my son. Hopefully we can do stuff like that more often.