If T. S. Eliot Had Been a Soccer Dad
May 14, 2005
He might have paused before he wrote April is the cruelest month. I say this because I am facing my fourth straight weekend of rain, three of them in May. Last weekend I wore a winter coat, gloves, and hat, watching a 7:00 PM game, under the lights, in sweeping sheets of rain. I love my boys. I love soccer. I love watching my boys play soccer. Is it too much to ask for OK weather for a game once in a while?
It dawned on me last week that both my boys are playing my former position, what I used to describe as wing fullback (more of a rugby term I understand) but which most people describe as defender or back. At 12 and 13, they already have more foot skills and more game sense than I ever had. I started playing at 17, and got by on decent speed and an instinct to hurl myself in the direction of the ball. They both have that too.
Posted by Bill Trippe at May 14, 2005 10:38 AM
