Comments: The Bad Team

Oh, DO keep him! Unless you decide to UPS him and beautiful Maisy here...
Tre was JUST THAT SORT of soccer player. He had a habit of ducking AWAY from the ball, should it by some freak circumstance come near him. Then he would REMEMBER what he was doing, and FLY TOWARD the ball and kick kick kick...
I would quietly die on the sidelines. Particularly when the other children took the ball away and Tre failed to notice. Oh yes.
Plus? Once he went to the wrong team to eat oranges at halftime. That is actually his best memory from soccer, and he laughs at it still.

Posted by Kira at September 28, 2004 10:19 AM

After reading this I missed Sam so much it was physically painful. I had to go have a nice long WEEP before I could return and tell you that Jack would fit RIGHT in. Jack is on an excellent soccer team, a winning team, and on that team my poor son is the BAD player. On Saturday morning his fabulous team TROUNCED the opposition 13-0. EVERY CHILD on Jack's team scored, even the one who can only be described as a weenie. EXCEPT JACK. He was too busy doing somersaults down the field (Yes! Literally!) to even notice. At the end of the game he announced happily "MOM! WE killed them!!" We? Yeah right. This would have been less embarassing had I not been sitting next to the parents of our team's miniature Pele. SIGH. At least he can swim.

Posted by Amy at September 28, 2004 1:46 PM

That is so adorable my teeth hurt. Actually ache.

Posted by Mir at September 28, 2004 4:45 PM

I miss reading you so much!!!

Posted by Heather at September 28, 2004 9:44 PM

That was epic.

Posted by Klint at September 29, 2004 12:19 AM