They call me coach...or hey you

This past summer, I answered the call.....the call to be a volunteer soccer coach for my son's 3-4 year old soccer team.  Though it is a soccer team by name and look, it is more like a soccer scrum that you commonly see in rugby.

We are the Otters.  Not exactly Manchester United or any of the other intimidating names one associates with soccer, but you don't want to mess with these 3-4 year olds as they will turn your shins black and blue.  All of the kids are wonderful and seem to have a good time each Saturday morning, mixing it up with the other kids, ocassionally scoring in the right goal, and for the most part not using their hands.

There is very little traditional soccer coaching that goes on at this level.  Rather, I make sure everyone knows where the potty is located, which direction we generally are trying to go in, and that all super heroes are created equally, though I do think Batman may have a slight edge overall.

I will admit that I do watch Sportscenter on Saturday night to see if we made the highlight reel, but we have yet to make it despite my voluminous submissions.

I do love the game, I do enjoy all of the children and their enthusiasm, and most importantly, I love being called coach (or hey you) for an hour each Saturday morning. Goalllllllllllllllll!