Say Something

At hand once again is the time of year when I become responsible for the soccer fortunes of over a dozen budding players. Last night the girls had their first game and rallied from a 2-0 deficit to earn the tie.

An interesting anomaly. These girls chatter through practice, warm-ups, and meetings. Talk, talk, talk, all the time. But the ref blows the whistle and they act like they are in church. I spend half my time trying to get 11-year-old girls to talk to each other more. I must be doing something wrong.