"Soccer is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys."
And just like that, another soccer weekend came and went. It was a crazy one this time.
Nick had his second game of the season. He had another great game, scoring a goal and helping his team to a 4-1 victory. So now the Fireballs (coached by Brett) is 2-0.
While the rest of us were watching Nick's game, Blake had traveled with a teammate for what would be the first of four (yes, four!) games in a tournament in Ahwatukee, which is about an hour away. They won the first game, 1-0.
After Nick's game, we ventured down to Cory and Amy's to hang out for a couple hours before heading over to Blake's afternoon game. It's still hovering in the 90s here, but we have our pop-up overhead thing to shade us, but those poor players get exhausted.
Blake had a great goal in that game, booting it in from about the midfield sideline (if that even makes sense). Brett went insane. It was a bit embarrassing ... but it was an amazing goal.
So Blake's team won that game 3-1.
On Sunday morning Brett and Blake left at 7:30 for the third game. They lost 1-0 to a team they should have beat. But they had enough points to advance to the championship game, which was filled with more pushes, cheap shots and jabs than a barroom brawl. I shudder to think how intense these games are going to get in just a few short years.
Anyway, they lost 7-2. But Blake scored a goal for his team ... and I got this great picture from Game 2:
And poor Blake. He played his heart out and could barely walk Sunday night ...
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