Sunday, September 24, 2006

Do I Have a Life?

Wonderful, supportive teacher that I am, I am spending my precious Saturday morning not listening to my favorite NPR shows and eating waffles, but I am watching a few of my boys play soccer. They will either think I am interested in them as people, or that I have no life.

It is totally God's fault that I am here. Now my students didn't know, as of Friday morning at school, when the game would start. My Sweet is not feeling well, so he is grouch and I had to get out of the house for a while. I ran a few errands, and yes garage saling is a necessary errand - I just got a nearly new dehydrator for $3. I pull to the field just as the boys were warming up. Total God's timing, but someone had better score some points.

Sitting on the nearly empty sideline is the aunt of a former student. He had been with us for only a couple of months, transferred to adult school and is now planning to transfer to Berkley. Sometimes we are an elevator lifting students a great chunk to their goal, and sometimes we are a toehold to the next step.

Why do we Americans love football when the rest of the world is passionate about soccer? Why do we play soccer only until we are old enough to graduate to football? I do not know, and to be honest I don’t really care why. There is a limit to how much energy a country can pour into sports, and we have chosen our four: football, basketball, baseball and reality TV competitions.

There are a few things I like about soccer, like it being a high-energy game. But what I like best is that a 90-minute game is just that - 90 minutes. No 15 minute quarters that last three fourth of an hour!

What I laugh about soccer is the injury drama. You see them trip over a blade of grass and they go down as if a pit-bull had taken out their Achilles tendon. American football players have been know to hack off a broken toe in order to keep playing. No whining on their part!

Well, I see that one of my students has scored a goal thanks to the set up of another student. I hope I scored as well.

Joie de Vivre ~ A Hearty Joy of Living!


Anonymous said...

You are a Good Egg! I hope you scored points too. I love the story about the student headed to Berkley! Wow! Go Just Me!

I think the next round of survivor should have all the girls who didn't make it as Americas Next Top Model, and the people who got kicked out of Hells Kitchen.

plainandsimple said...

My dad used to say that footballers (soccer players) would call for injury if their hair was out of place...but he's always been a Rugby man. You're a good girl going out to see those student's play soccer!

Sherry said...

Hey Girl,

Did this blog come about because I called you on Friday and said that you actually had a life and were probably going out that night..while I would be home the entire evening if you wanted to call me...

Ah..such is life if you have a kid....

Remember you can always join me! I'm only a block away! :-)