The last thing you want to do on the first day of practice is pull a hamstring. Coach had us engaged in a rigorous stretching regimen that involved reaching up...
And touching the toes.
Presto, ready to play.
I was all amped up to scrimmage, but Coach said we had to do some lame-o drills before we could start mixing it up. So I waited patiently...
...lined up my shot...
...blew past the defense, and...
Gooooooalagoalagoalagoalagoala!!!!! Nothing but net.
Much to my dismay, I'm the shortest, scrawniest 3 year-old out there. Hopefully, I'll also be the scrappiest. I promise more action shots in the next few weeks-- the photographic kind, not the Escobar kind.
2 comments:
You clearly play the beautiful game. Pele Kaplowitz.
Eli: I'm impressed that you are starting soccer at such a tender age. By the time you are 5, you will be a real pro at kicking the ball in the right general direction. Gramdma is very impressed by your extensive knowledge of state capitols - I gather from an earlier posting that we have Uncle Wren to thank for that. It's good to see that your 3 year old sized brain is already being filled with facts of no obvious value. I can already see you as a great Battle of the Brains player someday like your dad. Later. Grandpa Paul
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