My fifth grader's team played the other top team in the division on Saturday, last game of the season, for the first place slot. The referee seemed to be very hard on their team, making questionable (and in some cases, ridiculous) calls, and ignoring infractions from the other side. Things got ugly when a call against our team resulted in a penalty shot being taken, which in turn resulted in a goal. In an exciting spurt of renewed energy and moxie, they tied the game. So we go to the playoffs in two weeks to see what happens there.
On Sunday, my seventh grader's team was playing on home field against a squad with good talents on both offense and defense. Lots of threats, but no one was scoring. Our goalie was doing a superb job. Almost midway into the second half, the other team caught a bad break. A defender was called for a hand ball in the goalie box, which meant that we got to take a penalty shot. My son, who normally plays mid field and sweeps back and forth to aid both offense and defense, got to take the kick. Off to the right, and in the net. This was his first goal of the season. They went on to win the game 2 to 0, but our little hot shot was quick to tell everyone that he scored the game winning goal because the second goal was irrelevant. (I'll bet the kid who scored it didn't feel that way!) Interesting way to tell the tale. I hope he doesn't have a future in politics because I really don't want to see any ex-boyfriends or college roommates interviewed on the news.
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