Thoughts from Last Night

It‘s an absolutely beautiful evening. The rain has stopped, soccer practice was cancelled due to muddy fields, the dishes are done – life is good. I’m looking out the window and I’m watching Surfer Dude and Gumby practicing goal kicks in our brand new soccer goals. The adorable little kids next door, a three year old girl and an eighteen month old boy have come out to watch the “big boys” at play. The “big boys”, who inherited the drama chromosome from a family gene pool that shall remain nameless, start to put on quite the soccer show for their rapt audience. Even from the house I can see their little chests puff up at the opportunity to show the young ones how the game is played.

Look at how sweet Surfer Dude is to help the little girl get the ball in the goal. See how carefully Gumby picks up the little boy when he slides in the mud. Watch the adoring looks on the toddler’s faces as my precious boys untangle them from the goal nets. Check out how fast my two athletes can run to chase down the ball.

Hang on a sec. Look at how much of Surfer Dude’s hair is clenched in Gumby’s fist and how much of Gumby’s face is being shoved in the mud in a debate over who got to the ball first. Listen to the air being filled with language suitable only for channels you can lock out of your cable. Look at the adorable little kids next door running for dear life to their mother (the TEACHER) who has watched the entire episode from her porch. Watch her scoop them up and quickly disappear into the house. See the crowd at the curb disperse and go on their way.

Listen to the sounds of our property values going down and the future generation of soccer players turning to something safe, like hockey.