Mini Me had her first soccer game Sunday. Other than a couple of practices and just goofing around with friends, she’s never played before, so she spent a good part of the game just trying to figure out what to do. Fortunately, she didn’t make any grievous mistakes. You know, like when she started dribbling the ball toward the wrong goal, she at least listened when the parents all screamed in blood-curdling unison, “WRONG WAY!!” And only proceeded a few feet before turning in the correct direction.
There was a girl on the opposing team who I’m pretty sure was really a 35-year old Austrian man in size 13 cleats. She was just ginormous, and intimidated the socks off all the other kids in spite of the fact that she didn’t really have any skills. Mini Me, who is used to being the biggest kid in her age group, got clobbered by Soccer She-rah at least once. “Mom, did you see that really big girl? She kicked me in the calf so hard I was afraid she broke my leg!” I don’t think the girl meant to hurt Mini Me. I found out later that it’s her first year, too. And, you know, it’s probably hard to control those size 13’s. But that doesn’t make Mini Me’s calf hurt any less.
Nevertheless, she sucked it up and kept playing. Go Mini Me! Unfortunately her team lost 1-0, but at least Mini Me wasn’t the one who scored the winning goal for the opposing team.
Of course, there’s always next week.