Okay – I’m back. It’s been such a long time that I feel like I should start fresh and delete all the old posts. But, I won’t, because I read through some of the old ones and I am kind of funny - and modest... definitely modest.
Well, I don’t even know where to begin.
If I were to write a blog to catch you up on how the girls did last year, it would be titled, “The Ties the Bind.” Last spring, they tied so many games in state league they almost missed an opportunity to play in the state tournament. But they eeked in and finished third in the state.
And although it was disheartening and sad on that Saturday, the girls played some FANTASTIC soccer during the state tournament. They were ballers. It was an intense game and we were ahead for a little while but alas, it ended in a tie. They tied the team that won the tournament.
The fall season came and went. They missed their high school friends for part of the fall season and were so happy to be reunited in November. Three tournaments entered - two championships and one finalist. Not a bad way to end an “era.”
Coach #3 has moved on. The girls miss him but still see him around. There will always be a place in their heart for Coach Bill. (And for Coach Chris.) They are good people. And good coaches. And another team will enjoy the fruits of their labors as they make another team of champions for our club.
We now have Coach #4. I don’t think I’ll ever forget our first parent meeting with him. (If I remembered it the next morning, I’m sure I can remember it forever.)
We were in Atlanta and the soccer tournament directors hooked our team up with two early games and we were done playing soccer and back to the hotel by 2 pm.
The SEC Football championship between Alabama (Roll Tide) and Georgia (Go Dawgs) was being played that evening. The game started at 4 pm (I think) and we had scheduled our parent meeting at 7ish. Plenty of time to have a cocktail or two (or six).
Well the football game was awesome. And Coach #4 was a little late. Even though most of us were rooting for Georgia and they lost, (Sorry Merry), we were all in a pretty good mood. So we headed down to the pool deck (with coolers in tow) and found our seats. And that’s when Coach #4 put the big trick on us.
I had envisioned him standing in front of us, telling us about his family and how he got interested in soccer. But instead, he turned it around on us. We all had to go around and tell him about our family and how our daughters got interested in soccer, their strengths, their weaknesses and our hopes for the team.
There were some funny moments, some serious moments and some complete ridiculousness. (Two-and-a-half hours of it.)
If loose lips sink ships, there is an armada of ships somewhere twenty-thousand leagues under the sea right now.
Coach #4 - Welcome aboard!
The girls worked hard for him over the winter and they had their first outdoor games this past weekend. I’m just going to glaze over the play-by-play for those games and start fresh again later.
Coach K says, "It's a process." And so did Brad Pitt as Billy Beane in Moneyball. I love me Coach K, but Brad Pitt is much easier on the eyes.
Monday, February 25, 2013
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