For the Love of Soccer
Our son was born to play soccer, or so I thought. As a tyke, he was unstoppable. Goal after goal he made, roaring up and down the field like the little engine that could. By the time he was ten years old, competitive soccer was our life. Family dinners consisted of Taco Bell or Subway on a blanket beside the goal posts. Weekends were for tournaments. Weekdays consisted of two hour practices Monday through Friday, the practice field a half hour drive from our home. The wheels on our SUV went round and round all over northern California. And our […]