Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Pierce's Soccer game
Last Saturday was another of Pierce's soccer games. Pierce seems to have a general trend he follows. He typically plays twice in a game, once in the first half, once in the second. His first outing tends to be pretty strong, his second outing, whether because he's hot, tired, or lost interest, tends to be pretty poor. He's usually just stands facing the wrong direction with a general disinterest in what's going on.
This week was different.
His first time on the field he never moved his feet. His head was down and he was playing with something in his hands. The coaches and I were yelling from the sidelines for him to pay attention and go after the ball -to no avail. The ball whizzed past his feet and he didn't even notice.
When the half ended and he came in for a drink, I asked him if he'd picked a flower that he was looking at. He, rather indignantly, told me no. "So, what were you playing with?", I asked.
Pierce looked a little sheepish and replied...
"A booger."
That's my boy (he did do much better in the second, booger-free, half).
-Eric (Dad)
This week was different.
His first time on the field he never moved his feet. His head was down and he was playing with something in his hands. The coaches and I were yelling from the sidelines for him to pay attention and go after the ball -to no avail. The ball whizzed past his feet and he didn't even notice.
When the half ended and he came in for a drink, I asked him if he'd picked a flower that he was looking at. He, rather indignantly, told me no. "So, what were you playing with?", I asked.
Pierce looked a little sheepish and replied...
"A booger."
That's my boy (he did do much better in the second, booger-free, half).
-Eric (Dad)
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