Soccer Dads
Tonight was a rough one. It was the end of my kids' soccer season and I was hoping for a fun "game" to go out on a positive note. (I have to quote "game," because they are 3-5 years old and mostly just run in circles chasing a ball.) Neither of my kids is super into soccer, so most of the struggle is spent getting them out on the field to at least try to play. I'm not expecting the next Mia Hamm or anything, just asking for a little effort. Most of the time, they sit and pick the little rubber particles out of the artificial field. Tonight, however, one kid really stood out on our team, and right from the get-go, took the ball and scored a goal. Then he did it again. And again. And probably ended up with about twenty goals by the time the game was over. It was fun at first, since he was on our team and just destroying everyone else. We were winning! Hooray! I even congratulated his dad, who was standing by us, cheering his son on. But as the game wore o...