Despite the fact that I despise the game of soccer, Cindy enrolled the boys in a league. It’s not that I really “despise” the game, I’ve just never been that interested in a game where you can’t touch the ball with your hands. I mean, there’s something inherently un-American in that, and I’m sure the Founding Father would agree! After all, that’s why they started drinking coffee in the “new land” instead of tea!
Anyway, the boys are playing now, so I guess I better learn the rules, so I can keep the other kids (and parents) in line.
The boys are looking sharp in their uniforms, and waiting patiently for practice to begin…
Alex was a little apprehensive, because he, too, considers Soccer to be un-American, but with some coaxing (and an escort) from Aunt GiGi, he takes his place on the field.
Today’s skill seems to be dribbling, and Alex takes to it right away…
Adam didn’t do too bad, but it doesn’t seem to come as naturally to him.
He’s absolutely LOVING it, though!
To quote a great American: “Well, that’s life in the fast-paced slam-bang, live-on-the-razor’s-edge, laugh-in-the-face-of-death world of junior league soccer.”