Two Saturdays ago. High noon. Big Blue. Rappahannock. Rappa who? That's right Rappahannock aka God's country. One hour drive, cell phone immediately died and the GPS was about to overheat. Talk about mountains. I seriously thought we would see Jesus just hanging out there. This is my dedication as a soccer mom. Impressive? Plain stupid?
Sab comes into the game three minutes in. He is a streak of blue lighting (team color is blue!). Within one minute, he shoots and scores. Ta da! Sab doesn't have a victory dance or butt shake. Surprisingly he is very low key. He will look over at me, do a thumbs up or OK sign and move on. Usually I'm on top of Mia's stroller jumping up and down so how he models this behavior is beyond me. The game moves on. Sab is the youngest player on his team. We figured with the team his age he would be a giant and very bored. So, when he has to guard somebody, they are usually bigger than him and somehow always blond. Saturday, he has a giant of a kid, quick and I must say a little aggressive for my tastes. He pushes Sab down, Sab hits the ground and skids a couple of feet, and as he gets up I see blood and grass sticking out of his sports glasses. Uh oh.
Well, he gets up. No tears. Wipes up the blood with his knee pad! Yes!!!! We have reached a milestone here ladies and gentlemen! Big bully wasn't keeping my child down. I say that with my soccer attitude.
Last quarter - Sab decides he wants to play goal. This is a precarious action. Parents who were lounging in their Virginia Tech deck chairs are now leaning forward. It's all fun and games when you are on the field and miss a ball, but in the goal, that's a point and a whole different ball game. Sab likes the goal and requests it whenever possible . . each time I see his skinny body headed that way I feel just a little sick! God was with us that day, possibly because we were so close to him in the mountains. Sab charged the offense each and every time, his goal kicks sailing through the air down the field, occasionally hitting someone in the head.
Our fall season came to a close on Saturday with a brutal loss. Sab played goal again and had a few impressive saves, a collision with two of his teammates leaving bruised heads, a couple of misses but really who is counting? Best part - Nana and Pap were here to see the whole game. Pap may not admit it. He might even tell you he was trying to take pictures of the parachutes (our field is near a landing pad) but he told my mom what a surprise it is kind of exciting!
Here are a few of my favorite pics. My next sports coverage (ha ha) will be of the awesome race of my brother-in-law Slim Jim Whitman and his wonderful wife Shell.
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