Bread Crumbs In The Butter

I'm Gonna Get Flack For This

You know me and sports.  Not pro sports, necessarily, but playing them.  It doesn't take me much to get pumped. 

This link was sent to me by many people today.  A steady stream of titles that said "This made me think of you."

Now, I am in no way advocating how rough this girl is here.  The last few plays they highlight are downright nasty, but I gotta give her the elbow in the first clip.   Having said that, I have been in situations where the game is so heated that you wonder if you will in fact snap someone's ponytail back.   I never have, but I can tell you, some girls do stuff like this.  They poke, they provoke and they push.  Sometimes, the heat of the game really does get to you.

After a rough day at work, a montage like this can get you going and can also remind you to be careful and don't go too far!

So how do you feel about soccer?

Tonight, Alex put his head on his pillow and asked me the same question he had asked since February.

"How many more days until I play soccer, Mommy?"

Finally, I was able to say "None, Buddy. It's tomorrow. After school and after supper you finally get to put on your jersery and your cleats and your shin pads and play."

He hugged me intensely and said "I just can't wait!"

If that doesn't melt your heart into a ball of insane adorableness, you're dead inside.

Soccer season is upon us again and that means we're on fields 6 days a week.  Besides cheering and playing, I'm coaching again. All winter long you'll hear me lament about how much I dread it, but really, when I get out on that field and have the attention of twenty or so eager girls, I soar. When I drop kick a ball across the field or show them how to dribble with your foot twenty times in a row and they say "COOL!",  it's all worth it.  When your kid, or someone else's kid for that matter, scores or blocks a hard shot, I realize soccer is in my bones and it won't let go. 

Thank God.

Bring it on.