That time of year...again

Once again it is soccer season. Yeah.

Although I remain unclear how we were able to endure the last 5 months without watching one team kick the ball and then the other team try to take the ball, and then kick the ball for an hour and a half we now have the sweet relief of once again being spectators to this event- over and over and over....

We went to Dylan's game last night. He plays in the oldest age league in AYSO 16-19. I will say after watching almost every level of soccer, it really doesn't change a great deal. In fact it has occurred to me that all levels could play together in a hybrid of ages. Sure the taller players may have an advantage, but if they spread the taller players around the teams we could watch Dylan kick the ball with Aidan and then it two or three years watch Aidan play with the girls.

Admittedly I am no soccer fan, I have said before I find the whole sport mind boggling boring.

In spite of this I found myself at Muir central field.

"I hope it isn't my turn to bring snack (please note for whatever reason these AYSO people call it snack- since a person brings more than one it is SNACKS -plural)," Giconda said.

Really? The 16-19 year old get a snack after the game?

Everyone gets one fruit roll a box drink and a condom.

Afterward I said the same things I always say, "I have no memory prior to this game. I can't believe people endure this."

"Just wait until the girls start to play. You have no idea what it is like to watch 5 year olds play," Gioconda replied.

My girls will definately play soccer. Not for the sport, but for what playing sports, any sport, does for the self esteem of girls.

Although I didn't say it, I really can't wait.

In the last week Camille has learned to take Sadie's pacifier out of her mouth and put it in her own mouth. I could watch it for hours...