Game Changer

Another soccer post. It consumes our lives....for at least another 45 days anyway, and then basketball will consume our lives. I have no idea how I could possibly write about another weekend of soccer, but here is goes.

Let's start with the good. Keagan's team won first place in the top bracket of this weekend's tournament. This was probably the most competitive tournament we have ever played, so to win first place, I thought, was a really great accomplishment.

Keagan was called a couple of times this weekend for fouling. Every time the whistle blew he threw up his arms, just like a pro, and acted all innocent. Not one ref fell for his trick, but when we saw this picture, Keagan immediately noted, that the ref missed this high kick call. 

Prior to the championship game, I saw my dad wringing his hands together like a Nervous Nelly. Later I saw he had picked up a blade of grass and had it in his mouth chewing on it for dear life. All the while I was hopping up and out of my sideline chair unable to sit and then unable to stand, my nerves totally shot. I get it all honestly.

The coach calls Keagan the "Game Changer." He scored the lone point in the championship game. Oh, so proud.

When I tucked him in bed last night, he said, "Mom, I don't want to go to school tomorrow. All I want to do is play soccer." And all I want to do is watch him play soccer.