The VERY Organized Soccer Coach
I am coaching for the first time. Well, not the first time. I've coached an adult Volleyball team- got paid for it, too. I'm actually pretty good at it.
Uh… where are the balls? Jeanine asked me this morning.
We are testing out some new found skills- our ability to make joint decisions. For some insane reason, we are both coaching Jake’s soccer team.
Aren’t they in the bag?
Mind you, this is the bag I picked up Tuesday night. Have I looked in it before now? Nope.
Practice starts in forty minutes. Game at 9AM.
That’s the horror about being a coach, Jake told me, You lose stuff a lot.
I didn’t lose it; I just didn’t look for it.
Well, let’s go get it.
I would except… it’s 7 in the morning. Can’t really go right now.
Jake smiled, put on his goalie gloves and went outside.
At least I have goalie gloves for the team. That and a snack of juice boxes and cookies? Please. The kids won’t notice a thing.
The parent’s… well… that’s another story.
Hey, it’s second grade. Time to run around and have fun. Who cares if there aren’t little cones to weave around in practice.
Right?
Uh… where are the balls? Jeanine asked me this morning.
We are testing out some new found skills- our ability to make joint decisions. For some insane reason, we are both coaching Jake’s soccer team.
Aren’t they in the bag?
Mind you, this is the bag I picked up Tuesday night. Have I looked in it before now? Nope.
Practice starts in forty minutes. Game at 9AM.
That’s the horror about being a coach, Jake told me, You lose stuff a lot.
I didn’t lose it; I just didn’t look for it.
Well, let’s go get it.
I would except… it’s 7 in the morning. Can’t really go right now.
Jake smiled, put on his goalie gloves and went outside.
At least I have goalie gloves for the team. That and a snack of juice boxes and cookies? Please. The kids won’t notice a thing.
The parent’s… well… that’s another story.
Hey, it’s second grade. Time to run around and have fun. Who cares if there aren’t little cones to weave around in practice.
Right?
posted by Sara at 7:24 AM
3 Comments:
Cones, shmones. That's why one keeps several pairs of old sneakers in the closet.... Old sand pails from the beach work well, too.
Paper plates and rocks.
I'm alllllll set now. Picked up the other bag. In all of Newton Soccer there was.. um.. one bag extra.
that would be mine, I told the lovely woman.
the game was great. I think we won- we don't keep score but one of the kids was on fire the first half and kept scoring goals.
this is going to be fun!
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