Andrew Oh-Willeke waxes poetic on the start of soccer Saturdays and opening of the season of the chauffeur. The kids play soccer the parents watch and gossip with equal vigor. The kids have fun and barely notice they're being pummelled by the more competitive west side neighborhood teams because they're having fun. The older kids are more involved in the play, but not the overall statistics of the season or even the outcome of the game.
His description of the soccer field reminds me of the year my son "played" soccer, though I use the term loosely. He pretty much ran up and down the field near the ball (but never kicking it) looking for any opportunity to give someone a high five. Even if they were on the opposing team. I really loved watching him and was always taken aback by the parents who really seemed concerned about the score. I know that's sort of the point but, enh, I like seeing kids have fun.
Andrew describes how the day fills with driving to get birthday gifts and juggle kids varying schedules and errands for the family. Instead of feeling overwhelmed by all the running around he views it as a chance to get out and about town. The guy reminds me of my optimistic husband who could find the bright side of Darfur. I don't like errands or frantic schedules, can you tell?
