Do you know what I’m always good for?
I mean, other than shouting out an enthusiastic YES when someone invites me to Starbucks?
I’m always good for keeping my word. Last night, I promised that I’d eventually get some snapshots of the boy playing soccer posted this week. If I remember correctly, I also promised sub-par, B-grade, junior-varsity’s-third-string, blurry photos.
And, y’all? Oh, I’m gonna deliver!
Take this one. We’ll just use it as the picture that epitomizes everything in the above list of photographic qualities.
No. That is NOT a snapshot of the boy playing soccer, because, although his hair is in desperate need of a decent cut, it’s not quite long enough to secure behind his head in a ponytail. That is our 8th grade friend, McKinley (in the green). Her soccer game was on the field behind the boy’s soccer game. McKinley’s mama and I stood in between the fields, so that we could talk and talk and talk, and still swivel around to watch everyone play soccer at the same time.
When McKinley broke away with the ball, I KNEW she was going to score a goal, and I was right. But my camera was on my shoulder, and it was turned off. So there I was, mid-sentence, trying to position a camera, turn it on, and snap something before the goal was over.
Yes, ma’am. That goal was good. Little Goalie Fellow missed it, and McKinley racked up another point for her team.
I captured the moment in all of its blurry grandness.
Please don’t be jealous of my mad photography skills, but National Geographic has already called me to ask permission to run that shot on the front of their magazine next month. They said something about how the ball makes you nauseated to look at it, and that was exactly the look they were hoping to smack onto their cover. Sports Illustrated has even asked if I’d do some consignment work for them.
But yes. The boy played some soccer.
My jobs on the sidelines were to keep Thing 2 out of both games that were going on… to keep Thing 2 from stealing a bottle away from another baby that he desperately wanted… to keep Thing 2 entertained with Cheerios… to talk to Katie… to cheer for my boy… to cheer for his buddies on his team… to cheer for McKinley in the neighboring game… and to take snapshots.
I believe that this is called MULTITASKING AT ITS FINEST.
Except I wasn’t very good at it, because Thing 2 is fast, and he wanted to kick that dadgum ball all by himself… never mind that he’s twelve-years-too-young for this league!
Kellen worked as our goalie for the first half of the game, and that kid can downright STOP A BALL! I think it has something to do with the fact that the Y chromosome just doesn’t care if it has to throw itself onto the grass and take a mouthful of dirt and debris. Boys are just up for tasks like that, which is why they don’t mind going to war, and why Hubs can truthfully state, “Yes. I could shoot Bambi’s mother.”
I love that the boys are all on the same team this season.
The boy had an amazing breakaway last night… he ran that ball right down the field… he aimed at the net… he shot… and the opposing team’s goalie dove on it. He came up with the ball and a mouthful of sod. We were all bummed, but that’s how soccer plays out sometimes.
I also had to keep swiveling around to see McKinley play behind us.
Well, Girlfriend had THREE goals last night! Oh, yes! That little darling pulled off a soccer-style hat trick last night, and we all mustered up what little voices we had left to scream with excitement when she nailed her third shot on goal right into the net.
Apparently boys are hungry at 7:30 in the evening, after a full-on soccer game.
(His mama needs some extra cash to buy a dishwasher that actually DRIES her dishes. My LG has decided to just wash everything and leave it all dripping, soaking wet. I guess LG thinks that’s what dish towels and hands are for.)
(Dear LG, I am not smiling over this. Everyone else has a dishwasher that DRIES THE DISHES!!)
Have a terrific Tuesday evening.