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...And the crowd goes wild



What a weekend! Filled with so much stuff, this weekend should be classified as morbidly obese. Here's what you missed in capsule form:

  • Friday night: Come from behind win for Reagan's team. Reagan played great defense and helped her team turn this one around.
  • Saturday: Ian's team's first game. Considering most kids had never seen a lacrosse game before, much less played one, we did OK. Ian had a great run up the field and attempt to get into scoring position. Ian said, "that was fun."
  • Saturday: not content to just coach 2 teams, I helped out with our 3rd Sr. girls team. I arrived just a tad late, we were down 0-3. Some quick tweaking and we end up winning 8-5. I am just that good.
  • Sunday: Simsbury Stickfest tournament. Reagan's team played 3 games and went 2-1 which qualified for semi finals where we ended up tying. Sudden death at this tournament means just one field player and the goalie take the field from each team. (if you want pressure, pick just one girl to go and win a game for you-major stress). We won and went to the finals where we played valiantly against a much better team that day.
  • In between all this, Melissa and I managed to get some boatwork in, Ian had a playdate and Reagan had a sleepover.
Want my life? ha. You can't handle my life. ha.ha.

I roll into Monday unable to speak well, sunburnt and fully exhausted but happy. It starts all over again today.


Comments

Anonymous said…
You want pressure, be the parent of that poor kid in goal!

Noj nOj noJ
10:57 AM
The Big Melon said…
No way man. Sure, it's nerve racking to have your kid in goal, no question. But make the pick that the rest of the team will question (why not me?), all the parents will question (why not my kid?) on top of who still has gas in the tank to go and get the job done.

Pressure was off our goalie as soon as whistle blew and our center had the ball.

Pressure on me still exists.I got lucky and know it. Now I go face the kids I didn't pick..
11:36 AM
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