Last night was MS' first 'real' soccer game of the season. It was way too cold to be sitting in the stands, watching a soccer game. Lucky me, though: I worked the gate the first half of the game, so I did get to stand up and move around a bit. Sure wish I had taken the time to look for my gloves! The boys were playing a high school that is much larger than the one my boys go to, so I really thought it wouldn't even be a close game. The score was 0-0 until very late in the 2nd half, when there was a questionable "no-call" (just ask anyone on our side; we'll tell you!) when one of our best players went down and the other team scored a goal. It was a very physical game; there were a couple of times when 2 players ran into each other and you could hear the impact.
As a mom of 3 boys, I realize that God knew exactly what He was doing when He gave me all boys. I would have no earthly idea of what to do with a girl. I imagine if I did have one, she'd be a really big tomboy. I'm definitely a boy's mom: don't like drama. Anyway, I try and I try to sit in the stands and be good. I try and try to sit there like a dignified southern woman and be quiet. Well, that doesn't last very long. I don't yell at the referee; I yell to encourage the team. (Southern League Professional Hockey...that's another story; I'm talking about high school here!) One time, when YS was a baby, I was at OS' baseball game. I yelled, YS jumped, and started crying. It didn't take long before he was used to it, and wouldn't even twitch. Yes, I yell at the tv when I watch sports, too. I think it runs in the family, especially with most of us girls (there are 6 total). My oldest sister said that when they were living in Tx. (Gig 'em, Aggies!) she had gone over to a friend's house to watch a game. Her friend's child asked if Miss P was going to yell at the tv again! When YS was about 3, he was sitting in his little red rocking chair in front of the tv, holding a broken remote. (He was in training!) A football game was on, and he started yelling, "Go Baby, go!" (Training, remember?) Now that he's older, he doesn't watch football. In fact, usually on Sat. afternoons, I'm by myself watching college football. Husband played Div. I a year in college (until a teammate ran into his knee...cheap shot), but doesn't really care about watching it. I think it goes back to growing up, only having 1 tv, and watching what Daddy wanted, or nothing at all.
Wow...how off track did I get this time? Back to last night's game: Turned out MS' team lost 1-0, but a lot of positives came out of it. They have a goal keeper who was awesome last night; he made a lot of great saves. (I don't know a lot about soccer, so any soccer moms out there who may be reading please ignore my ignorance with the terms!) If they could just get their offense going and make a goal or 2, they'll be able to win some games!
Here's a picture of MS on the field last night. Look how fast he's running! ;)
Here's to a good season!