Go Rollie Go
Uncle Mark was nice enough to bring his fancypants camera to Rollie's game last Saturday. This was especially nice, because Todd had gone down to Auburn for the LSU debacle, and I had both Tiller and Rollie for the weekend, a slight wine hangover from my Ya Ya Sisterhood house party on Friday night, and a cooler full of soccer snacks in tow for the game. Lisa and Mark brought Dash, and Mark watched Tills while Lisa and I sat with Dash and cheered for the Cheetah.
Yes, you heard me right: The Cheetah. That is what we overheard someone calling Rollie during the game. Except when we heard it at first, we just thought it was some Yankee calling him a cheater, and . . . well, them's fightin' words.
Okay, i didn't get in a fight, but you pretty much could see it happening, right? I would be the first Soccer Mom kicked off the fields this season for defending her five year old's honor after another parent called him a cheater. Except they were saying Cheetah. As in "boy, that kid's fast."
Anyway, here is a great shot of Rollie breaking away from the pack and headed for the goal. Not that it matters, because THEY DON'T KEEP SCORE. Yes, this drives me crazy.
Complete tangent: Not as crazy as the middle school kids at a private school where a good friend of mine teaches. These kids don't have "Field Day" they have . . . get this . . .
PERSONAL RECORD DAY.
Yep? Why teach middle school kids about gracious winning and losing, when everyone can just compete against themselves? That's JUST like the real world. Don't worry about your score on that SAT!
What the fuck are we coming to? Ridiculous.
Back on track: So, here is my kid, playing in his 2nd ever soccer game. I have some pics from the first game, and video too (highly comical - Wrong Way Corrigans, crying, standing around staring at the ball and not kicking it), but none of them came out as well as this one. Oh, and yeah, there is a shot of me and sis watching the game, but it ain't pretty and it ain' goin' on my blog; I have some dignity.
Thanks again, Uncle Mark.
posted by Dogwood Girl @ 3:52 PM
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Love the tongue hanging out to help with concentration, Sophie does that too. Good for the cheetah!
I couldn't agree more about the whole Field Day/no winners thing. They end up teaching that "everyone is a winner" and I am sorry, that just ain't so in the real world!
Great pic! We aren't supposed to keep score in Elle's league either. Drives me nuts. We are instructed to answer our kids question with a question. "Are we winning, coach?" Reply "Are we all having fun?" What BS.
OMG. That would drive me crazy, jason, but at least you are saving souls through a round ball.
Dorothy, since you have older kids, at what point does the goal of soccer become winning?
Anne,
Sophie hasn't played soccer, or any other team sport yet. She's never shown an interest. This year the only after school activities she has are Brownies and PSR (Catholic religion classes). Nothing competitive there! However, I can see what a poor sport she is when she loses at cards or board games, and I think that goes with her age, almost 7. We never "let" her win on purpose, we encourage her, but if she loses, so be it. We try to model "gracious losing" and hope she gets it from that.
Oh, that sounds so familiar. We have started playing more cards - it is a good lesson, I think.
Personal Record Day? LOL...that is too funny. Charla's league didn't keep score last season either. Hope that ends soon...
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