I will say, I do enjoy soccer. And a part of me will miss it.
I love watching Harrison play soccer...actually, I love watching my kids do any activity, sport or otherwise. And, while I am downright giddy with excitement that the damn season is finally friggin over, I will miss watching him and his team. It truly is something that I love doing, watching him play sports.
This team he was on were amazing. I know, all parents probably think that. But these boys have played together two seasons now and they are simply incredible to watch. Their teamwork, their footwork, their camaraderie. All awesome. They are really very good.
Harrison is also just a natural at sports. I hear from every single coach he has had over the past eight years the talent Harrison possesses. Some kids are just inclined towards sports and he is one of them. Whether it was tennis at three, golf, swimming, baseball, or soccer, he just excels.
I also take offense to the whole "Soccer Mom" reference. You might as well call me a fucking bitch with three legs, crossed eyes, and wearing a pink baseball hat with "I (heart) soccer" written across it. NO. No, No, and a big NO.
Because I sat next to the most obnoxious "Soccer Mom's" this afternoon and O.M.G. Do they even hear themselves? I think if the games were taped, they would be embarrassed.
This one woman (with the annoying voice that by the end of the game was more hoarse than when the game started!) never shut up. I'm not kidding. Never. Shut. The. Hell. Up. And, to make it worse, not only was she loud, rude, and obnoxious in a way that she was certain she was being supportive...every time her son's team was near the goal she STOOD UP and completely blocked my view.
The catchy little phrases never ended. The whole game she was talking, yelling, screaming, chanting. I was ready to chew my own skin off.
Then, worse, was the woman on the other side of me who was actually yelling. Like in a pissed-off-at-the-kids-who-left-the-back-door-open-in-a-snowstorm-and-broke-a-window yelling. If annoying voice woman wasn't embarrassing these poor boys, this bitch certainly was. Not only was she yelling-yelling angrily but she was giving directions in long wordy sentences. During the game. In the middle of the game. During a time-out. During half-time. And God help the boys in purple who landed themselves too close to the sidelines in front of this monster mom. They especially got a pleasant earful.
These women need to step back. Seriously. It is a game. A game that these people want to kill with their over-controlling-must-win bullshit. They moaned and groaned every time the ref didn't call something in their favor. They screamed and yelled the entire game. They totally ruin the enjoyment of watching my kid play soccer.
To the mean-yelling-bitch-mom: Shut the fuck up already.
To the annoying-voice-screamer: Shut the fuck up already.
I wonder what the coaches think of all of that. Like, Hey, that is my job to tell them where they should be and when they should be centering the ball, and how they should stay with the ball and "Kick! Kick! Kick!" and shoot, and spread out, and run, and go after the ball, and so on and so on and so on. God. Make them stop.
I asked Harrison when we got into the car what he thought of it. He said it is annoying to hear all the parents (i.e. annoying bitch "soccer mom's") yelling like that and that it doesn't really help. The cheap seats makes it very easy to see what they should be doing but when you are in the middle of the game you are either concentrating or listening to your coach and shouldn't be pulled by your annoying parents yelling your way too.
Until spring...thank God for the break.