In Which I Feel Really Bad

When a soccer ball comes along . . . Last night, at my eldest son’s insistence request, I played scrimmage soccer with his team at their last practice.  Many parents did.
Spoiler: We lost.
I found it interesting to step back onto a field after so many years of just watching my sons play.  It’s one thing to yell, “Pass!” “Take the shot!” or “Clear it!” and quite another to actually be asked to do the same.
I do have a slight edge in that I played Utah AYSO and was on my high school...