Today marked the end of Clover's soccer season, for which I am grateful. Sadly, it may be the end of her soccer career too. She's liked soccer, but never loved it, and a losing season (one win, countless losses) hasn't helped. One person noted on Facebook that it's not whether you win or lose, but whether you have fun. It turns out, having your ass handed to you each week is no fun.
The same fun matters most sentiment was said by a dad on Rocket's team at the start of the season, after about only their third loss. If this were a sitcom, we'd flash ahead to a game about two weeks ago where, judging by his sideline coaching, the dad did not appear to be having any fun watching yet another loss. Rocket's team has yet to win a game, and with next week's game the last of the season, they are likely to have a 0-10 (? I've lost count) season. If this were the NFL, we'd be thrilled because they'd be first in line to draft Andrew Luck. But this isn't the NFL, so what you have instead is a group of beleaguered boys, including my son, who flipped the double bird a few weeks ago when an opponent scored yet another goal. Thankfully there are no penalties for poor sportsmanship in U6 soccer.
The upside is that Rocket scored a goal this week and headed two balls, which wowed the crowd. The best news of the day is that after next Saturday, the weekends are once again mine.
