I'd hate to brag, but it IS my blog, so I guess I have the right to do so. Marsh is one cute little athlete. Not gonna lie. A bit talented. He scored most of the goals this year in soccer, averaging 4-6 a game... which says a lot since no one was (supposed to be) taking score. We're not competitive either. Marsh was our offensive star, and his friend Finn was the defensive specialist. Each game consisted of four quarters, each lasting five minutes. Parents show up late, with puffy eyes, lawn chairs, and coffee. The game (term used loosely) closely resembles the herding of cats.
Marshal: "So coach, if I kick the ball into the net, we score?"
Coach: "Well, yes. But we don't really keep score."
Marshal: "How do we know who wins?"
Coach: "We don't have a winner and a loser."
Marshal: "Then why do we play?"
[...that's our boy!]
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