It is. The season kicks off with some warm-up sessions for the kids the next two weekends. Then there is a 10-day break, and then try-outs are in February. Alas and alack, it turns out Youngest has to try out with his age group. You remember all my bitching about that team, right? And the coach? And the other parents? And the fuckin' nightmare that all that was? [Oh good God, don't click the links. We'll all just get sucked right into it again.]
I remember, too.
It's not a foregone conclusion that he'll play on that team. On the upside, there will be a new coach. Yes, everyone, you can thank me and mine for that. On the downside, it's possible that the former coach will still have his kid play in this league, on that team. Worse, of course, is the certainty that a couple of very vile parents will certainly still have their kids playing on that team.
In the end, we lucked out by having Youngest play with the older kids this year. The coach was fabulous. It was as if the old coach was a Stephen Colbert parody on what coaching should be like, and the coach of Youngest's new team was the real thing. Hell, he even won Coach of the Year. And, no, I don't think it was because he had to put up with me, thanks for asking.
Mostly, I'm so sad that the league president sent me the following email:
I am very pleased to hear Youngest had such a great experience with BEST COACH EVER. Our policy does require Youngest to try out for his U11 team (correct age group)...NEW COACH BECAUSE OLD COACH HAS BEEN KICKED OFF is fantastic! We are so excited to have him and I am equally excited for Youngest to meet him!
So, stay tuned. Nearly all of me wants Youngest to continue playing up. In a testament to my managing to keep my mouth shut about his original team, Youngest is excited that he might be able to play with his age group again. There's that damn "excited" word again.