Soccer Time

Good morning,

Here it is day three of my blogging career and as of yet I have no followers! Or I had viewers who chose not to be followers! That's okay, I'm having fun pretending that someone out there is reading and enjoying these posts. (I forgot to give the website to my mom, she will read it!)
It is Saturday morning and once again time for soccer games. My oldest grandson, 8 year old Lane, plays soccer as does his 5 year old sister, Emma. Lane is a go getter on the field. He sees the ball coming his way and goes for it. We sit on the sidelines cheering, "Good kick Lane," "Way to go Lane," just to name a couple. Now when Emma's team plays we have different cheers for her. Emma's cheers are more like, "Emma, don't sit in the middle of the field!" or "Emma stop dancing and watch the ball!" After Emma's first practice her mommy decided that she would be a better cheerleader than player. Emma will finish the season but I doubt that she will continue her soccer career!
I myself have enjoyed a short career in soccer. When my youngest son Nathan, now 21, was 5 years old he wanted to play soccer. I signed him up for a team and waited for the phone call telling us when his first practice would be. We finally received a phone call but it wasn't about the first practice, it was to ask me if I would be a soccer coach! Those of you who don't know me don't realize the humor in that request. I am not athletically inclined. The only time I run is if I am being chased by someone I don't want to be caught by! My version of stair aerobics is going up and down the steps to switch laundry loads. I told the caller that I had never done that sort of thing and didn't think I would be good at it. He proceeded to tell me that I could do it, I would have help! You know the drill. So I reluctantly agreed.
I had the cutest little group of Peewee soccer players. I told them that we would learn the rules of soccer and just have fun. I have never been one of those competitors who are out for blood and the win. Winning is a plus, but for me it is all about having fun and no broken bones.
As the season progressed we held firm in our standing in the league, LAST! We didn't win a single game! I had some parents who probably would have lynched me had it been legal to do so. I told them in the beginning that if anyone wanted to step in and take over, go for it! It wouldn't hurt my feelings at all. Needless to say that was my only year as coach. I wasn't even traded to another team. I just brought drinks and snacks after that.
I am still reminded from time to time of my unsuccessful stint as a soccer coach, usually by one of my loving family members!
I am proud of the fact that I tried and gave it my best. That is all any of us can do.

Until next time,
Love and Hugs!
Pam