We had our first prac/scrimmage today with Lyza's soccer team. I've got Lyza - an above average player - but not great by any means, we have Bailey the timid boy who runs FROM the action so he doesn't get trampled, Connor the above average player - but not great by any means, two female no show's, and Marcus the redheaded ball hog with energy but no skills. It's gonna be a .500 season for us.
When I was a kid, we didn't even have organized soccer until 4th grade. Nowadays, there are coached leagues for 3 year olds. Pretty cool, in some ways.
The scrimmage today was with a team that had a Mexican kid. Whenever you play a team with a Mexican kid - ok, HISPANIC for you PC police - you can bet that said kid will run all over the field and basically kick the shit out of your team singlehandedly. We played a defensive gameplan and lost 3-2. Not bad considering the only kid of color I have is the Ronald McDonald looking Marcus. Lyza scored a goal from 25 yards out on a booming kick that went in on the fly....then she took a shot to the face from the Mexican kid at point blank range. It took her out of the game for several minutes No blood, no harm, it just shocked her. Guess who scored all three of their goals? - Yup, Jorge the Mexican Sensation. He was cool, and he came over and asked Lyza if she was allright after crushing her frontal lobe. She may pay for that later in College, but maybe we can call it a learning disability and get a scholarship. Maybe I should just take the elevator straight to Hell for that thought.
All was well. I told her a story about taking a penalty kick to the nuts when I was a kid - over Italian Ices, and she laughed off her own trauma and, well, on to the rest of the day.....
Yahhhaaaaa! I loved your synopsis of the game. Felt like I was there.
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