Ugh!

I learned myself a nasty little lesson about my own personality tonight.

So we're at the kids' soccer games, or at least, I am. Brent coaches Kirby, so I'm watching Spencer mostly, while wandering over once to see Kirbs.

Spencer's team is pretty good, they haven't lost a game yet, which I attribute to luck. I'm proud of my kid, though, he really hustles and I can tell he's been practicing, because he's got better ball-handling skills than most of his teammates. His teammates are older kids who mostly have gotten by with just kicking the shit out of the ball.

But tonight, they've met their match. Two of their best players are quick and very good handlers. There's not really anyone on their team who stinks. Frankly, I think they psyched Spencer's team out. Our kids didn't move, didn't hustle, didn't pass...all those soccer things you're supposed to do.

And the coach just sat there. Didn't encourage, yell, nothing. I got frustrated because Spencer and his teammates were just running around, not getting to the ball, making stupid mistakes.

But, I gotta remember they're just kids. And that's the simple sucky truth...just kids.

After a bit, I go to watch Kirby. Her team is getting creamed too. There's nobody at goalie unless the other team is on that side of the field...but as soon as someone kicks it down there, Kirby's simple isn't fast enough to hustle to the ball...so the opposing team gets free shot after free shot. I guess I could blame the coach, but you know who that is.

BAH! Whizzers to these competitive sport things. The only good thing about youth soccer is that my kids work up a decent sweat and have a good night of sleep.