game on

Our soccer game was on Saturday morning. You know it is spring when you get sunburned at 10 AM.

Anyway, I had six guys show up (one was camping this weekend) and we play four at a time. First quarter I had my son sit out, since he missed both practices this week (school trouble). I am not thrilled about coaching at this point. I’m very torn sometimes. But it was the right thing to do, he got in trouble at school I(big time) so I wouldn’t take him to practice.

Anyway, the two teams traded goals (we scored in the first minute). Then the other guys scored like three unanswered points. It was hard to stay upbeat and positive when you’re getting pummeled, but hey, we’re here to have fun. Throughout the game there were several very close shots – just wide of the net, which was a little frustrating for them.

My son went in second quarter, and played that and third quarter (till he took himself out since he was winded and thirsty). I put him back in at the end since the other kids were tired, too, and he said he was rested.

The game was tied at the very end, and one of their guys tripped one of mine just before they scored, so it didn’t count. The referee would just barely blow his wistle when there was an incident, so the parents far across the field didn’t know why he was calling back the goal. Regardless, it kept us tied, and we snatched the ball and my son ran the length of the field and scored just before the whistle to end the game.

Ten to nine was the final score, and my kids couldn’t be happier. My son scored seven points, so he was pretty much on cloud nine (like me). Now, what are the odds I’ll get him to go to practice this week if he can play that well without it?

scenes

  • Friday night the boys wanted seperate time, so one went to gymnastics and one to a drop in day care.
  • My daughter has refused to put on a shirt this morning. As cute as she is at the moment, this may become a problem in high school.
  • We won our soccer game yesterday on a last second goal. Kicked by my son. I’m trying to not let it go to my head. Damn he can play ball.
  • We have a serious crisis w/r/t the same boy; who is having major problems at school right now. Behavioral issues that may or may not be related to ADD and other emotional things. I still regret that kids don’t come with instruction manuals.
  • My DVD burner is still flipping out, but the guy from India (or pakistan or wherever) that was on chat yesterday actually gave me useful information. Kinda. I need to go waste another DVD to find out if it really is working or not. And even if it is the software I purchased for $60 doesn’t work with it, and they are not responding to my demands for a refund.
  • My dog snores.
  • Every now and then the kids are so nice to each other I want to cry.
  • To see if you’re still reading, I was also abducted by aliens and probed anally.
  • Red Clover inspired me to say that. No, she has not probed me anally.
  • We have eleventy hundred balls in the garage. Soccer. Basketball. Baseballs. Tennis Balls. Golf balls.
  • The boys always want the same ball. Right now it is an Old Navy volleyball. Grey and black.
  • The baby just walked by with a bottle of Clorox spray. Is that a hint? (Still topless, btw)
  • I have one pint of Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer, and I’ve sworn that will be my last one till the end of the month.
  • May 11 will be a great day. Mark it down.
  • Topless baby + a green marker = modern art?
  • Time to go. More rambling later. If I hear “I’m bored” one more time, somebody’s gonna get hurt.