Saturday, September 27, 2008

Raleigh - Defender of the Imaginary Offense

We went to Raleigh's second soccer game this morning. It was a hoot. She was so excited to play and was the cutest player on the field...but she was not the best...in fact, she has a long way to go. While our Golden Lions were practicing, James and I watched the Purple Panthers practice. Clearly the coach has been working with the team, namely, his daughter Brittany. That little girl was practicing by kicking goals from 3/4 across the field. Our little team was standing 3 feet from the goal taking turns trying to score (with no goalie). Then, the Purple Panthers were practicing drills that included super-star defenders trying to keep the offense from scoring. Hmmm, the golden Lions were too busy jumping up and down when one of the girls made a goal from 3 feet (still no goalie). So the game gets started and James leans over to me and tells me that I won't be able to live vicariously through our daughter because she is the defender of the imaginary offense. I told him that he could live vicriously through Raleigh, I got Sydney. But then the worst of us came out. These girls are 5 and we are getting ticked because the rules say only the coach can be on the field with the players and the Purple Panthers had 2 adults. Of course they were both Brittany's parents and they told her exactly what to do...(BTW, the mom was wearing pink bedazzeled pants - oh, and only 4 girls play at a time - 2 adults - are you kidding me??) . Pink Pants lady called every throwin for the purple team and convienently every time our team had a goal kick or something - it was the end of the quarter. We decided that although we tried to act like we did not care - we really did. Raleigh did do better than last time. She tends to be the one outside of the bunch - not because she is trying to get open, it is just because if someone else has the ball - that is fine with her. She did have a great kick to clear the ball from the bunch one time...it went right into the other teams net...oops. At least we have Sydney:)

4 Comments:

At 5:57 AM, Blogger Becky said...

Try this:
Tell her that the soccer ball is a present for Prince Frederick and that it contains a message from Princess Eileen about where the mean Prince Damon has hidden her. If the ball goes into her net, then Princess Eileen will never be found, but if it goes into Prince Damon's net, then Prince Frederick get's the message and he'll save Princess Eileen! :)

 
At 10:23 AM, Blogger Bob said...

Ha Ha Ha. Yang Su Fun said something like - "Cute is the first step in a journey of a thousand miles". Even Becky's 1st priority was looking good in her "official" uniform. And Becky has solid advice for Raleigh because at that age in her mind she was . . . Ok, she thought she was Maradona playing against Brasil, but same thing, almost.

 
At 8:07 AM, Blogger Ben & Jan said...

I love it!!! We finally have someone to understand what we've gone through the past several years. You think "this is rec. soccer, who cares?" but when you're out there watching, you get really into it, especially a certain La Barge who's name rhymes with ten! I guess our true competitive sides come out. Enjoy, the games only get more and more intense and you'll find more and more things that are unfair, or at least in your mind that are!!

 
At 11:21 AM, Blogger MelissaLB said...

This is too funny! I think Becky's idea is perfect! Tell her that the Beast is watching her play, and if she scores a goal, then he'll take her to Bath and Body Works and buy her a present. Aaaaahahaha!

 

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