Brian claims to know nothing about soccer, and doesn't really have any interest in learning. But he is there, every week at practice and at the games praying for rain watching and encouraging and teaching the kids, and keeping them from digging in the dirt to find worms. We have an interesting team. I am not sure if any of them have played soccer before, maybe one or two. One of the kids, who is very large and you can tell he is a bully in his everyday life, just likes to run and fall in front of the other team trying to trip them. One of the two girls we have just cries and cries if she has to play. Thankfully the other one is pretty good and our star scorer*. And one of them has a perpetual runny nose and coughs/spews forth nastiness on everyone/thing in his path, and I am sure he is the reason Austin has strep, again. The other kids are like Austin. He likes it (although not as much as his beloved baseball), but I have decided he is not aggressive enough for soccer. He and his teammates like to run after the ball and watch the other team kick it. I am constantly shouting for Austin to "get the ball!!", and he tries so hard, but it just isn't in him to kick a ball away from another kid. Our team has scored a total of 1 point this spring, (*and truth be told it was really the other team who kicked it in on accident after our "star scorer" kicked it in the general direction of the goal, but hey, we will take what we can get. We celebrated like we won the World Series). We rarely get the ball on our side of the field. It has been fun, and overall I am glad I made Austin play. He has learned a lot, and so has his daddy. Mostly how to deal with frustration and losing, but those are good lessons right?
Only three more weeks...