Tag: soccer
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It Wasn’t Supposed To Look Like That
You’d think if I knew there was a good to excellent chance of eating my words, I’d choose them with a little more care. With thought to what they might taste like coming back at me. There’s always that chance that things I’ve said will be used as a reminder that my walk doesn’t always…
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What Are You “Playing” For?
Germany won. If you haven’t been following the World Cup from Brazil, Germany came out on top of the heap. They’re the big dogs for now. It wasn’t pretty. After destroying Brazil 7-1, it took until the 113th minute for them to prove to Argentina they were the better team. This time around. In this…
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The Good “F” Words
I’ve been a soccer fan for a long time. Twenty five years, to be exact. It happened when I took on the role of soccer mom. I freely admit I knew nothing of the game when my kids began playing. It wasn’t a popular sport when I was a kid. (Did they even play it…
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When Your Giant Has A Really Big Foot
When faced with a sports icon, it really helps to know who that icon is. My granddaughter, Sydney, had the opportunity to play goalkeeper against Abby Wambach. Arguably the best women’s soccer player in the world today. Syd had no idea who she was. When she told her mom that her coach had offered this…
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When The Beautiful Game Grows Beautiful People
When you do something for a long time, it becomes easy to lose track of moments. Of true highs and difficult lows. Not so much with soccer and kids. These are times outlined with black marker, dazzling in detail. The only confusing part is attaching a particular child with a particular memory. We’ve been enjoying…
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