Game Day

Patrick had been doing a soccer program at our indoor sportsplex for over a year, but it only teaches skills- they don't actually attempt to play games.  Another downside is it falls on a weekday morning when Tom is at work.  So when a friend mentioned that her son had done another program that has outdoor games for 3 and 4 year-olds at a field only 5 minutes from our house, we were psyched.  Especially Tom, who could now make the new Sunday game times. 

First off, Patrick had a blast.  Big smiles the entire time.  Legs moving a mile a minute. 
Second, he had no idea what he was doing.  It was like watching a Marx Brothers movie. 

All the kids run one direction - P runs in the other. 
All the kids chase after the ball down the field - P doesn't start running until they are already starting to come back up. 
Gosh, I truly fear Patrick has inherited my lack of direction. 

#3 is nearly double P's size and could probably squash him with a sneeze.  Let's hope this kid is always on P's team!  I'm convinced he is really twelve.

So that is my husband in the gray, actively being recruited to be a second coach.  I am not sure what he has decided, but he would be a natural. 



Uncle M showed up to see P's first game

We loved this shot and the next-have you ever seen so much concentration?

Tom seemed a little concerned that P was the only kid not wearing soccer cleats (optional for his age group).  I told him a compass would be more helpful than cleats at this point.  Go #44!