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The title is not a typo. It is a call for you to join the movement to universally name the sport soccer. If you have the misfortune of telling me about European football, I may very well subject you to the complete etymology of the word. I almost as passionate about calling it soccer as I am about the Portuguese team! Very Serious.
For many years, B has been anxiously awaiting the day he could coach Ting’s soccer team. This year was the year!
The Shoes
It started with the shoes. The minute B, told me he signed up Tings, I was on a quest to find some bad*&# cleats. I really do not want my children to be shopaholics however week after week, I continue to set a lousy example of minimalist living. Anyway, I found a pair of shiny, baby blue cleats with fire up the sides. Much to my chagrin, this was vetoed by Mr. All-Cool-Things-Are-Red. So bright red cleats it was. Given that most of the other kids were in normal running shoes, thinking that he may actually use the cleats on his shoes for competitive advantage was overly optimistic. I can however justify the cost in terms of the price of safety as I could spot him in that shoe/sock combo from a mile away!
The ‘Zig-Zag’ Run
Tingu would do this crisscross run shooting from side to side that had me completely miffed as to what he was doing. The guy could really run quite fast in a straight line but the zig-zag always had him trailing the pack.
At a break I finally asked what the ‘zig zag’ was about and he noted that was so the other team couldn’t get the ball. The problem was he never had the ball to begin with I can only conclude he thought that move was a repellent of sorts. I would have corrected him but it made for good videos. Carry-On Tings!!
Keep note : The zig-zag run is also effective when running away from erupting volcanos - see below:
Snacks
Huns quickly found out that snacks were handed out post game – and the stuff that we never get at home like CapriSun and personal Cheese-its packets. A blatant case of nepotism on the playing field ensured he got the prized leftovers. At the end of each game, he would run over and stand on the sidelines until he could squeeze his way in for the goodies.
The Game
Well, watching the game, was like watching a smarm of bees fly around – amusing for a while and then my attention span, like the Hunsters wandered so we ran off to the playground.
Hunie was always getting picked up by bigger kids at the playground. Once this lovely girl, who spoke fluent Spanish (only), figured Hunie was hers for the taking. She picked him up like a little stuffed bear and ran around the playground with him, pushed him on swings, played chase. He relished it. It was very cute. Until he had to leave. Then I had to explain to her he was actually mine. I attempted this in Spanish with sign-language (el nino – mine). Nevertheless, it did not go well, so I had pick Hunie up and run. Back to the soccer game …for snacks!
The REAL Game
Watching Euro2012 now really had meaning to the Tingu. Hunster was still just interested in the Snacks. Unfortunately even after wearing good-luck England shirts, the team lost in a overtime shoot-out (“So Yame” - Hunie). Here was Tings in the last minutes of the game:
"In his life, a man can change wives, political parties or religions but cannot change his favorite football (soccer!) team." Eduardo Galleano.
Choose Well!
For many years, B has been anxiously awaiting the day he could coach Ting’s soccer team. This year was the year!
The Shoes
It started with the shoes. The minute B, told me he signed up Tings, I was on a quest to find some bad*&# cleats. I really do not want my children to be shopaholics however week after week, I continue to set a lousy example of minimalist living. Anyway, I found a pair of shiny, baby blue cleats with fire up the sides. Much to my chagrin, this was vetoed by Mr. All-Cool-Things-Are-Red. So bright red cleats it was. Given that most of the other kids were in normal running shoes, thinking that he may actually use the cleats on his shoes for competitive advantage was overly optimistic. I can however justify the cost in terms of the price of safety as I could spot him in that shoe/sock combo from a mile away!
The ‘Zig-Zag’ Run
Tingu would do this crisscross run shooting from side to side that had me completely miffed as to what he was doing. The guy could really run quite fast in a straight line but the zig-zag always had him trailing the pack.
At a break I finally asked what the ‘zig zag’ was about and he noted that was so the other team couldn’t get the ball. The problem was he never had the ball to begin with I can only conclude he thought that move was a repellent of sorts. I would have corrected him but it made for good videos. Carry-On Tings!!
Keep note : The zig-zag run is also effective when running away from erupting volcanos - see below:
Snacks
Huns quickly found out that snacks were handed out post game – and the stuff that we never get at home like CapriSun and personal Cheese-its packets. A blatant case of nepotism on the playing field ensured he got the prized leftovers. At the end of each game, he would run over and stand on the sidelines until he could squeeze his way in for the goodies.
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| The dejected look above is becuase he found out half time did not equal snack time |
The Game
Well, watching the game, was like watching a smarm of bees fly around – amusing for a while and then my attention span, like the Hunsters wandered so we ran off to the playground.
Hunie was always getting picked up by bigger kids at the playground. Once this lovely girl, who spoke fluent Spanish (only), figured Hunie was hers for the taking. She picked him up like a little stuffed bear and ran around the playground with him, pushed him on swings, played chase. He relished it. It was very cute. Until he had to leave. Then I had to explain to her he was actually mine. I attempted this in Spanish with sign-language (el nino – mine). Nevertheless, it did not go well, so I had pick Hunie up and run. Back to the soccer game …for snacks!
The REAL Game
Watching Euro2012 now really had meaning to the Tingu. Hunster was still just interested in the Snacks. Unfortunately even after wearing good-luck England shirts, the team lost in a overtime shoot-out (“So Yame” - Hunie). Here was Tings in the last minutes of the game:
"In his life, a man can change wives, political parties or religions but cannot change his favorite football (soccer!) team." Eduardo Galleano.
Choose Well!
3 comments:
freaking hilarious kanee! pls add zig zag run video to thtv. i love thtv!!!
I am laughing so hard about the part of the Soccer post on snacks. You could have changed the name to Parker and it would have been the exact same situation when Brayden plays. Love it!
Nicole, we need a little Anglo-Franco match soon!
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