Notes from kids’ soccer
Half are playing the most intense game ever. 40% are staring at their feet or the sky. And one is licking the goal post.
Remember, I do this to entertain me, not you.
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September 25th, 2010 at 9:27 am
Heh! My daughter babysat the coach’s baby.
That’s fine. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. Not everybody is a team player. Or to put it another way, divas do not sing in the chorus.
September 25th, 2010 at 9:58 am
Hope the one licking the goal post is somebody else’s
kid.
September 25th, 2010 at 10:58 am
T-ball was like that too (“coached” back in the mid-80’s when our kids were little). I’ll never forget the kid who sat in the hole along the basepath near third base and just played with the dirt every time he was out there. Totally clueless about baseball. He’s probably working for a highway construction company and making twice what I make now.
September 25th, 2010 at 11:30 am
Wait until a butterfly crosses the field, utter chaos.
September 25th, 2010 at 12:14 pm
Under-6 was always the best to ref. We always sent either the worst refs or the most tired refs to do it, unless we knew we had a problem coach on the sideline… and then we sent one of the hammers. (I was one of the hammers.)
I remember one game where there was a little girl playing goalie. She was sitting in the goal box playing in the dirt the whole period. One of the “most intense game ever” kids kicked the ball straight at her, and she just sorta batted it away and went back to her sand.
So MIGE kid runs up and says, “you’re ‘sposed to pick it up.” She looks at him, says matter of factly, “no,” and goes back to her dust castles.
September 25th, 2010 at 6:05 pm
I was one of the 40%.
September 25th, 2010 at 6:31 pm
My nieces’ games always reminded me of the dog pack from the Bugs Bunny cartoons.
Just a mad jumble chasing the ball around the field and all you saw were dust and bodies with various arms, legs and heads sticking out occasionally.
Once in a while, a kid drops out and lays there crying. A mom goes out, picks it up, brushes it off, gives it a kiss and sends it back in.
That was some great entertainment.
September 25th, 2010 at 10:43 pm
I think we were at the same game today.
September 27th, 2010 at 10:04 am
The one licking the goal post is a future politician.