Girls won, son didn’t play, he was punished. Severely. Parenting sucks, it’s way easier to overlook this stuff. My girls team is gelling, they’re hugging each other and passing and hanging out together after practice. Jane played against Bea (one of her teammates from the Spring season) and refused to stop hugging her. Uh, yeah,
Because on the soccer field today I heard, “Give them some pushes!” And it came from the other team’s coach. There isn’t a jury in the West that would convict me.
Before the station wagon and the sensible haircut, before the modest clothing and industrial strength brassieres, before nightclubs and proposals there was soccer. Oh, let me clarify, in my childhood there was soccer. In late August of 1975 my Mother was on the telephone with her friend and said to me, "Bill’s going to coach
At last night’s board meeting I asked the board why we give trophies to every child. What happened to a trophy for 1st place, a smaller trophy for second place and medals for third place? Anyone ever heard the term false praise? The response, of course, was, “You go and tell the 6 year olds
Girls 6-2, Jane’s goal was lovely. Boys 6-0, Alexander’s two assists were brilliant. I have a player who is a bit of a mystery to me. I had her two years ago, and I know she’s one of the best in the league. Last year her coach accused me of sandbagging him with a crappy