It is fall, so that means soccer. Of course, I could say, it is winter, that means soccer. It is spring, that means soccer. The only time we don't play soccer is in the summer, when Sam might do a soccer camp. Sam loves soccer. He is very serious about soccer. He is engaged in the game 100%. When he is waiting to be put in, he is practicing on the sidelines. Some highlights:
A heard of wildebeests is seen moving in a cluster on the field. No, wait that is the kids trying to get the ball. Screams of spread out can be heard from coaches.
Sam is in the goal, the ball enters the goal box. Sam picks up the ball and tosses it out, right in the middle, right to the opposing team. SCORE.
#28 is out running hard, he gets the ball. He runs towards the goal. No one is trying to take the ball away, the kids are screaming at him. He runs like the wind. Dodging all the attempts to take the ball, he shoots.... SCORE. (It is important to note that the goalie in this case had the same color shirt as the child who scored. As you can not see the action, I thought I would share that bit of information.)
In the final quarter of the game, #15 is in the goal. He dances to the left, he dances to the right, he crouches down to get the ball. The opposing team kicks on our goal, the ball dribbles off the players foot, and lazily rolls towards the goal. #15, spreads his legs real wide and sinks down to get the ball. The ball, rolls through his legs. SCORE
A bunch of 6 and 7 year olds playing soccer. It is a good thing they don't keep score.