If you’re a soccer parent, you know the experience of carting your child and a half dozen others to practice and games.
Then, of course there are tournaments, usually placed so that the 3 day weekend you need so badly is now wall-to-wall soccer.
So, we say…
Wait for it….
“Life’s a pitch and then you die.”
Sorry about that. It was too good a pun to pass up.
I’ve never understood sports, and even if I did understand sports, all it would take is the game of cricket to confuse me. I’m not sure anyone really understands cricket.
We drove 114 miles to watch my daughter play soccer today. After 1 hour of actual play, we drove 114 miles back.
I don’t understand soccer. They say even professional soccer players can’t quite figure out the off-sides rule, so I’m in good company.
But I do understand that I live and work for my family.
If that includes 2 hours each way (plus or minus) time to talk with my wife and whichever kid is playing; if that includes being there for my family and if that includes building memories my kids will carry with them, that I understand.
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