I was heavily rooting for two teams this weekend. One: my San Diego Chargers. They ended up winning against the Super Bowl Champs. The other team I was rooting for was the Ninja Turtles Soccer Club. Yup, that is Cason’s little soccer team. I figured this would be the cute overload scene of the year. Cason was pumped, and excited! Asked him if he knew where to go, and he screamed, “yeah, papa!!!” Then I asked him if he knew where to kick the ball, and he screamed, “yeah, papa!!!!” Bunch of lil 3 year olds, with some 2 year olds sprinkled in there, running around, kicking a little soccer ball, and maybe scoring a few goals along the way.
I was wrong. In this league they don’t keep score, which is a good thing, because if they did, I think the score would have been at least 32-3 with our team losing. I knew it was going to be a long day when the match started and one of their kids took the ball, dribbled around our kids, and scored in 3 seconds.
Slow start for us maybe? Nope. We get the ball, as soon as our lil guy puts his foot to the ball, one of their players comes up, steals it, dribbles down the field, and scores. How are these kids already dribbling? Our kids can barely walk with the ball, and these kids are running and dribbling. The rest of the kids on their team were being helped by parents, running with them. That is when I looked up and noticed that our kids were over it within 4 minutes. While the two professional kids they had scored goal after goal, were asking to go play other things. At one point, I think we only had two of our players on the field, and one was picking flowers. Cason stopped playing because he wanted snacks.
I don’t know if this was the most pleasant experience for my son, or any kid on our team. They got scared of the wall of parents blocking their patch on the field, yup everyone was on the field on their team. We had two-three adults on the field to help guide, because that is necessary with this age group. Maybe this was just the first game jitters. Maybe our kids are still too young. Maybe we played against two future international soccer stars. In the end, we did end up with three goals, and Cason scored on a lil dribbler, and he did look like a lil stud in his uniform. I asked him if he had fun, and he said yes, so I asked him what his favorite part was and he said, “the snacks, papa!”