Social Ostracism 101, Soccer Style
Alternate title to this post:
Why the wife and I belong to no social circles.
Let me explain.
This past Sunday marked the OH MY GOD THANK FREAKING CHRIST end of the fall soccer season.
I. Hate. Soccer.
Therefore, by the theorem ‘post-hoc-ergo-propter-hoc,’ this means that I hate my daughter.
I’m not sure that’s right, but you really can’t argue with the math here.
Payton plays soccer.
When I say she ‘plays’ soccer I mean she ‘is physically on the field but emotionally at a debutante ball and God forbid the fucking ball come anywhere near her because that means she would have to actually use her feet and try to KICK the goddamn thing and we’ve been pretty much waiting two years and $300 later and that just ain’t in the fucking cards.’
So, yeah, if you put it that way…
…she plays soccer.
Let’s begin class on how to lose friends and alienate people, shall we?
1) Marking the Calendar
So, my wife and I are sitting on the sidelines.
We’re right in between a mother of a girl on our team, and parents of a kid from the other team.
Payton is playing defense.
This means that Payton is basically just standing next to the other kid playing defense and discussing things like butterflies and shit.
I’m so proud.
The ball, somehow, some way…
…rolls straight towards her.
Me: “PAYTON GET IT! KICK IT! KICK THE BALL!”
Wife: “GO GET IT, PAYTON!! GET THE BALL! KICK THE BALL!”
Jesus H. Christ.
You’d figure that two years into the soccer program that something like ‘kick the ball’ would be pretty much understood by a player as ‘something you might have to do during a fucking soccer game.’
Welcome to my world.
Then. It happens.
SHE KICKS. THE BALL.
Me: “Holy fucking shit. Holy shit! HOLY SHIT she kicked the ball. I think that’s a sign of the Apocalypse.”
Wife: “Oh my God, I think I’m going to pass out.”
Other parents: ?
Parents out there: if you don’t do it, you should try it.
It’s really really fun.
Me: “Holy crap. I can’t believe she kicked the ball. I’m totally marking my calendar. THIS IS A GREAT DAY!”
* wife and I high-five each other
It’s what we do.
Just because it’s to our own kid doesn’t make it any less funny.