So, It's that time of year. Kid B's soccer season has begun again.
Remember his first game last year?
I think this year we've improved. Check it out:
Did you see him? How about now?
Yep. Kid B's coach told him to "play forward" and Kid B thought he said, "play dead." Common mistake. Could happen to anyone.
My favorite part of his soccer games is the strange looks he gets:
The other coach is all, "Is he okay?"
The little girl's all, "Whaaaaa?"
The thing is, neither of them understands Kid B's strategy. He's a road block. Can you imagine if someone is dribbling the ball down the field, and happens to slam into Kid B's blockade? (It's a big field, so there's maybe a 1 in 500 chance it could happen).
But if it does happen, it would be... maaaaaayhemmmmmmmm! (Said in a monster truck rally voice).
I'm still holding out hope for a soccer scholarship. Hey, if I can get a book deal, he can totally get paid to play soccer.
