Well, okay – maybe elevating Liam to the dizzying heights achieved by soccer’s elite is a *bit* premature. But, you have to start somewhere, right? And he has…
Last night was his first Pee Wee Soccer practice!
Now, this was a fairly momentous occasion, as it marked Liam’s first foray into “Team Sports”. Since he’s the only kiddo at home, we’re hoping that as he grows he’ll enjoy the camaraderie that goes along with being a part of a team…although it’ll be fine if he’d rather do something individual. Like, I dunno – fencing?
But, for now it appears he’s in his element with bunches of munchkins! Per league rules we showed up to practice outfitted with the requisite shin guards and optional cleats, and in an odd way these pint sized athletes all recognized their cumbersome leg apparel as an instant sign of belonging. The fact that many of them (including Liam) had never met each other was immaterial – there was bonding. It was truly a sight to behold.
Now, Brian and I had expected a sort of free-for all at this age, but noooooooo sirree! The coaches immediately had these 4 – 6 year olds doing DRILLS. Dribbling. Passing. Weaving between cones. Taking laps. And through it all, Liam had a gleeful grin permanently affixed. L-O-V-E-D it.
After they went full tilt for an hour, the obligatory orange slices appeared and were doled out to the players amid high fives and calls of “Great job!” from the coaches. As a sweaty, beaming Liam trotted over to us with his orange peel clasped in his teeth, I could see in Brian’s proud Papa grin the realization that his son had achieved a rite of passage.
We’ll have three more weeks of Monday night practice, then four weeks of Sunday morning games. Stand by for the “play by play”!