It was a little like old times today: the Girl had a volleyball tournament; the Boy had a soccer game. L is playing on something like a rec team at UF. They travel to various universities and play other rec teams, and this weekend they’re in Clemson, just down the highway from us.
The Boy had his first spring-season soccer game today. We had some worries that he wouldn’t be on the same team as the previous three or four seasons, but with some polite asking and a little string-pulling, we managed to get him back on that team. It’s a good coach with a good group of boys, and they should have a strong showing this season.
And so, as we so often did in the past, we had split duty today: K went to cheer on L while E and I stayed behind for soccer and youth orchestra make-up practice.
The Boy’s team dominated in the early minutes, quickly going up 2-0. After that initial surge, though, their dominance waned a bit, and they even allowed a goal. “We got too comfortable after that,” he explained as we were leaving after the first half to head to rehearsal. When I picked him up three hours later after rehearsal (“Oh, I forgot how awful those long rehearsals are,” he moaned as he got in the car), he told me that he’d gotten a text about the game: 5-2. An overall dominant performance.
The Girl’s team also had a dominant performance, not losing a single game and losing only one set. K said the Girl played as well as she’s played in a long time, with some really strong kills and overall aggressive play. They walked away with the tournament victory and big smiles.
Afterward, just like old times, the Boy and I went out for Mexican at our favorite restaurant. “We’ve tried other places,” I told the owner, “but we just keep coming back here.”
