We went to two soccer games Saturday morning as part of Dearly Beloved’s birthday bash weekend: soccer immersion. We loved it. Good Egg Son and Daughter-in-Law came down from Virginia to share in the birthday festivities, so they went to the games, too.
DB (Gwandad) and youngest grandson Elmo have birthdays in the same week, so it was a joint celebration.
Elmo played in the first game. Guess which one is Mister Newly-Four-And-I-Dressed-Myself.
His inimitable style was, nevertheless, imitated. I thought this cute little girl in the 8-year-old group made quite a fashion statement.
My slow-shutter-speed doesn’t allow for action shots, so this scene was pure accident. I like the similar movements of the opposing teams.
Only one of our kids played soccer, but all five of our grandsons do, so we’re still learning the ins and outs of the game. DB may concentrate on the strategy, but my growing expertise leans toward other areas. Here’s what I’ve already learned:
1. Sitting near the team mom with the oranges and Krispy Kreme donuts has benefits beyond simply meeting a nice lady.
2. There are no bleachers at soccer games. The pros take their own chairs.
Next time, I’ll be a pro.