It's been a heck of a fine soccer season for Youngest. Although modesty prevents me from pointing out that he is quite likely the MOST AWESOME player on his team, I will say that it's been such a pleasure watching him play all season.
As I pace the field up and down with the action, walking behind all of the parents sat in their camping chairs and chit-chatting amongst themselves, I get such a kick watching him kick butt, taking on and out-maneuvering boys 1 or 1.5 years older than him and a head taller.
There's the added bonus that every parent has stepped up to the plate this year and done their part, with no need for me to hassle them. Collecting for the banner? Every single one paid me their share, except for the parents of the kid who broke his arm before the first game and never played once. Collecting for the coaches' gifts? Every single one ponied up what they could afford. Paying the bill at Chevy's last night following our team party? Every single one paid. In fact, I might have made money last night. (Not. But I only had to pay our fair share.)
The boys finished second place overall in the regular season. They won both their quarterfinal and semifinal games Saturday. The championship game set for yesterday was disappointingly rained out. We're hopeful they'll play it tomorrow night, under the lights on the community college massively sized soccer pitch. Win or lose -- but let's hope it's WIN -- Youngest and his team have played a champion season. And their parents haven't done too shabby either.