One of the best times in my soccer life was when I played on a family league with my youngest son, Danny.
I started playing soccer when I was 40. Danny started playing soccer when he was 4. By the age of 8, Danny played on a traveling soccer team in Ohio. At the age of 18, he received a scholarship to college which lasted one glorious year until he discovered a fraternity house and all the distractions that come with it.
During his late teens, Danny and I played soccer on a family league. The age range was from 14+ and up. It was a rec league, meaning that there were kids (and parents) showing up with very little skill, high school players picking up games over the summer and college kids on break for the summer.
My objective was to play soccer with my son and to last about 5 minutes on the field with all these kids.
It was the weirdest feeling to be running down the field and hear my son's voice shouting, "Mom! Mom! Feet!" as he was calling for the pass.
My very best memory was a day while driving home from the game Danny said, "I have the coolest mom! One who bakes the best chocolate chip cookies and plays soccer too!"
What's your favorite soccer memory?
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The rules of soccer are very simple, basically it is this: if it moves, kick it. If it doesn't move, kick it until it does. ~Phil Woosnam, 1974
One of the best times in my soccer life was when I played on a family league with my youngest son, Danny.
I started playing soccer when I was 40. Danny started playing soccer when he was 4. By the age of 8, Danny played on a traveling soccer team in Ohio. At the age of 18, he received a scholarship to college which lasted one glorious year until he discovered a fraternity house and all the distractions that come with it.
During his late teens, Danny and I played soccer on a family league. The age range was from 14+ and up. It was a rec league, meaning that there were kids (and parents) showing up with very little skill, high school players picking up games over the summer and college kids on break for the summer.
My objective was to play soccer with my son and to last about 5 minutes on the field with all these kids.
It was the weirdest feeling to be running down the field and hear my son's voice shouting, "Mom! Mom! Feet!" as he was calling for the pass.
My very best memory was a day while driving home from the game Danny said, "I have the coolest mom! One who bakes the best chocolate chip cookies and plays soccer too!"
What's your favorite soccer memory?
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