Tournament 2024 Day 1
soccer
Last Practice Walk
Yesterday was E's final practice of the season before this weekend's tournament, so I went for my customary walk. When E started playing at this complex, the vew below was impossible: it was nothing but forest. For a year or more, the grading was done, and it sat empty. Now they're finally building homes here.
I wonder how much development will take place over the summer. We'll find out when fall soccer begins, but at the rate they're going, I'll bet it will be done.
More evidence that our area is growing too fast: they keep adding dwellings (primarily apartments) without upgrading the infrastructure.
In a few years, traffic will be an utter nightmare...
Soccer Hearts
Soccer in the Front Yard
It's been a while since we had any sports in the front yard. Lately, though, the Boy has been asking to head out to play soccer in the front yard a little. With the time change, this is likely to increase -- at least I hope so.
It, too, will be gone before we know it.
Saturday
K talked with Babcia again.
The Boy had another soccer game, which they won 6-2.
And spring is everywhere.
Soccer
A 2-0 win, so now the team is 1-1-1.
Spring 2024 Soccer Season
We've begun yet another season of soccer. We managed to get the Boy with the same coach he had last season, which made his day; several of the same boys rejoined the team as well, which made his day even more.
Soccer
Today was the first day of the end-of-the-season tournament for E's soccer team. He didn't participate last year because his team didn't participate: it's an additional event, with additional fees.
We went into the first game hopeful: the boys had beaten them a couple of times in scrimmages, but this, I believe, was the first time they played an actual game. It was tied 2-2 when the referee made an awful call, calling a foul on our goalie when it was clearly a legal play. He'd dropped to the ground to reach out and stop the ball, and the attacker fell on him. How that was a foul I'll never know. No one will ever know. But the ref awarded the other team a penalty kick, and that put them over: our boys lost 2-3. Technically, they didn't. But technically doesn't count.
The Boy was devastated. For the first time this year, he was on the verge of tears about the game. "We tied them!" he insisted, and I agreed. Still, what's done is done: refs make awful calls all the time.
The boys' second game went much better, with a stunning 6-1 win. They'd played that team twice before, beating them both times. So we go into tomorrow's games 1-1. We'll see how it goes.
Autumn Soccer Practice
Evening Walk
While the Boy was at soccer practice, I took my normal walk...
