This morning bright and early we convened with all the other soccer families for a friendly game, ...right. The boys all filed in, like little warriors, each decked out in their uniform and wearing on top of that emblems of their passion, whether it was a Barcelona jacket, a hoodie with DC United's logo or Beckham's number on a shirt. They gathered at the net and watched the game before theirs with the intense interest of those knowing it was their turn to next battle. Finally the whistle blew and the moment they've been waiting for all these long weeks since the fall season ended was here: game time! Our little "Freedom Fighters" were playing a team that was both older and bigger than they were, but they had not a doubt that they would dominate. And dominate they did. It was a fast paced, exciting game ending in a devastating 9-0 loss for the opposition. E scored 2 goals himself, which pleased him very much. Our boy loves soccer.
Fast forward a couple of hours and we were back at the same court, this time for Lu's first soccer game ever. She met her team, got her jersey and was ready to play. The game was cute as can be as little kindergartners and 1st graders ran after the ball. They kicked, they swerved, they touched the ball with their hands, they fell down, and the ball sometimes got near the net. She had fun and after we went out to Big Larry's for some celebratory ice cream :)
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