It’s been a few years since T-man decided to join the skateboarding crowd.
This seemed a bit random at first. I mean, there weren’t any kids into it in our neighborhood and as far as I knew none of his classmates were hardcore skaters…but you know T-man. He’s usually good with going his own way.
So it only took one visit to the skateboard park on a trip to grandmom’s and we entered the world of All Things Skater from there.
You’d be hard pressed to find someone less interested in football than I am. Seriously, the game holds zero appeal, even (brace yourselves now) during Super Bowl weekend. Because I’m old and crotchety I don’t even bother with the pretense anymore, which leads to a lot of painful pauses when people ask who I’m rooting for and I respond with some variation of “couldn’t care less.”
I’ve decided to become socially awkward in my middle age.
At any rate, this should tell you something about this post on Nickworthy…any football post that can hold my attention for longer than twenty seconds brings the funny.
“A few points of interest to help you get ready for this year’s Super Bowl!
- This year’s big game is Super Bowl LI, which is pronounced Super Bowly.
- The Patriots are led by quarterback Tom Brady…
- Many people believe that Brady, who is considered by some to be the best quarterback ever, was originally inspired to play football by the Brady Bunch quarterback heroics of Greg Brady.
- Ok, ‘many people’ may be a stretch, but I like to think that’s true.”
Please don’t send me hate mail about cheerleader bashing. I’m not philosophically opposed to this particular extracurricular activity or invested in bringing down the pom pom industry. As a matter of fact, I’ve grown quite fascinated with high school and college cheerleading competitions – now those are some serious dance and gymnastic skills on display.
And yet I can’t help but struggle with the gym nearby.
For real, though…my inbox can’t take a massive influx of cheer mom angst, so let’s keep the uproar to a minimum.
A post on events for the average human because we still can’t get enough of the Olympics, even as Halloween draws near. (Otherwise known as: I earmarked this two months ago and completely forgot to repost it but DAMN, we could use a few more laughs around here.)
When you’re out with a group and someone posts a photo and everyone in attendance takes out their phone to ‘like’ it at the same time.
When you’re going to sit at the bar but first you have to figure out how to get your ass on what appears to be an unusually tall barstool designed to humiliate you, so you try to shimmy up without having to do a full hop and hoist, and somehow by the grace of Guinness you make it into the seat.
When you’re a woman on your period and you eat individual slices of cheese from the package because, what, do you have a problem with that? Are you giving me a look? Have you never seen a woman eat slices of cheese before?”
Look, I get it. Sometimes we’re a little too burned out to give 110% at 7:00 at night. Sometimes you’re phoning it in because it’s all you can do to get through the day.
But when you agree to coach then you’re committing to bringing your A game for the kids. You’re human, you’re allowed to have an off day, but that cannot be the norm. You have got to show up.
So while I typically go by the motto of put up or shut up – meaning if you didn’t volunteer to coach then keep your opinions to yourself – at a certain point I can’t help asking what the hell they’re doing on that field.
I spent hours on end watching the Olympics games in Rio this summer, which is a little weird since I wouldn’t describe myself as an avid Olympics fan. As a matter of fact, I can’t remember a time when I actively chose to turn on the television for anything other than the gymnastics competition.
But this year? This year something changed. I suffered through the entire opening ceremony (the least interesting part of the Olympics for me by far, frankly), but I was all over the rest of it. During the day T-man and Bear would wander through to find me watching swimming, diving, or track and field. BrightSide and I would flip it on at 8:00pm, glued to the tv for gymnastics and beach volleyball, calling the kids over to see particularly cool events.
For two weeks there I became a regular sports fanatic.
We’re rolling into the fall soccer season around these parts and (praise Jesus) both kids have decided to return to the sport. It may stick, it may not – either way, I’m pretty excited they’re spending some more time playing the game I’ve loved my whole life. I can cheer on my kids in a lot of things, but I truly understand few of them the way I understand soccer.
As someone who was blessed with the opportunity to coach three seasons of this sport for T-man’s team, I love this post. This guy gets it. Do you coach? Work with kids in any way? Have kids? Know kids? Click over – this is worth the read.
“So, you’ve volunteered to coach soccer.
Your life will change. How much depends on you. It’ll force early hair loss, or high blood pressure, perhaps. Or, it will reveal character and strength you never knew existed.
Seriously, few things in this life will stir your soul like coaching your kid in soccer.
Seriously, few things in this life could scar your kids like coaching your kid in soccer.”