For those of you who have never done so, I highly recommend the act of watching children playing organized sports. This weekend, I got to see my son's first soccer game. His team won, 3-0, which is good, even though irrelevant when you're 5-6. My son even had a chance to score a goal; he had the ball at the net all by himself and proceeded to kick over the ball (his foot went over and the ball stayed there).
At any rate, the best part of the game was watching 14 kids running in the general direction of where the ball used to be before it rolled somewhere else, and that is more entertaining than anything I've seen this year.
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You are clearly more mellow than I am. Unfortunately, I find myself joining Dave Barry in spending an hour screaming "Kick the ball! Kick the ball! Kick the ball!" (Pathetic, but true.) After three soccer seasons, we've decided to take a break and go with once-a-week gymnastics. You don't win any trophies, but you (hopefully) learn to do a cartwheel, which is immensely important to an 8-year-old girl.
Oh, I did plenty of cheering, but I really enjoyed watching the whole thing. Of course, the YMCA doesn't keep score (That's for the parents to do), so it's really just an exercise in getting the kids to run around a lot.
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