And cat person is a misnomer. I’m a cat person in the same way I’m a ping-pong person. I’ll play if you have a table, but I don’t dream of it. I don’t long for it. I don’t wear sweaters with ping-pong on it or share ping-pong memes online.
Elise’s first season in youth soccer came and went with much chaos and discord. The coach of the Red Raptors had two kids – younger than 6 – on the roster. She spent more time yelling at them than teaching.
The next year, a mom and I said, ‘what the hell? We got this.’ So we volunteered.
It doesn’t have to be this exact field. Any soccer pitch will do. Even a rival’s.
I’ll tell you why this is my home away from home, ahead even a disc golf course or closest taco truck. (Maybe in heaven there’s a disc golf course around a soccer pitch with a taco truck. On each sideline).
It’s cliché to call it a field of dreams. A field of hopes, maybe? Of transformation? You’d have to know me before the soccer pitch became part of my life. I’d never won. In anything. Introducing the King of Mediocrity. Average grades. Average SAT.
UNC Charlotte was a commuter school under construction. We didn’t have football. We played basketball off campus. We were the dumb little brother to UNC Chapel Hill. Kids would rather stay home and watch the ACC on TV than go to games.
Now, people care on campus, and in the community.
When I see people wearing green and gold, I can say, “GO NINERS!” and I’ll get a woot-woot or a fist bump. It’s kind of awesome. We have a long way to go, though, to have traditions like some schools. Such as Virginia Tech.
Coach Daddy is on the road, and on the pulpit. Can I get a witness?
With Nicole away on the ultimate Caucasian vacation (on a cruise), I got the keys to Work In Sweats Mama. I found a lot of kid snacks and healthy crap, but did manage to find her Big Gulp cup and frequent-drinker’s card.
I filled that sucker up with Coke Zero until the manager said no.