I'll have a good excuse

This week has been shot in the foot. Paying attention to true priorities has significantly reduced my training time. The joys of home ownership. Sephie's soccer yesterday went as well as it could given the leadership of the other team. Last year when her team played them they got schooled on how to play dirty. When 6 and 7 year olds are causing intentional harm to other 6 and 7 year olds there's a problem. Last year it was another father and I confronting the "coach" of the other team. I've never been serious about having a 7 year old and his coach arrested before then... it was either that or punch the coach in the nose. Yesterday was better, our kids played solidly, no score is kept so they're focused on having fun. I had to mock the other coach when he continually used hockey terms with his thugs. "Billy you're the right wing" and so on. Even in adult soccer the boundries are guidlines and continual play is encouraged. This idiot is the only coach, and I do mean only, that has a whistle. He loves stopping play at incedental hand balls and when the dandelions cause the ball to walk out of bounds. I did have to tell him that it is more important that the kids have time playing rather than running throw-in drills for his team. Still, the kids retained their focus and showed us the real reason they play... the treats at the end of the game. Whether it's grapes and water or cookies and juice boxes they all bee-line to the parent with the treats and it's back to being the kids they want to be without our direction.