Okay, so this blog post won't have anything to do with the title. But I couldn't get that title out of my head so I am going with it.
We ventured into new waters this past week - specifically, the shark tank known as organized sports. I have been dreading organized sports from the moment Brian informed me, before we even decided to have children, that our children HAD to play sports. No kind of rational discussion changed his mind. (What if they hate sports? What if they are terrible at sports? What if I don't want to spend my Saturday mornings standing in the middle of some field while my kids get to have all the fun?) His blanket response remained, "Our kids WILL play sports."
There are so few things that he insists the girls do (like, brushing their teeth or combing their hair), so I figure occasionally I have to step aside in recognition that the girls have two parents. Ah, compromise, how sucky you are when it isn't somehow else compromising their stance in order for me to get MY way.
Besides, apparently, Brian man doesn't fall on his sword, he falls on his soccer ball.
But of course, you know what?
Despite Sizzles grumbling (because you KNOW she is going to grumble about something new). The minute these two got out there. They had a blast practicing 'soccer.'
The actual game? Well, that was a different story.
You know who complained the most about the game portion of the day? Brian.
You know why? "It did not resemble in anyway the game of soccer. It was purely based on aggression and who could bully their way to the ball the fastest!"
Of course, I had to ask (having never played a real game of soccer), "Isn't that what soccer is?"
"NO!," he snorted (okay not really, but doesn't that make you picture it so much better?)
"It is a game of passing and teamwork and STRATEGY."
"Dude, they are three and (nearly) six," I reminded.
Of course, he has decided he MUST coach the girls' team next year. In the name of SOCCER and all that is good and true in this world.
I'm hoping that I can use that time to get my toes done. In the name of all that is good and true, of course.
