Making kids cry
/So apparently it's looked down upon if you play your hardest at a sports game when you're playing against 7 year olds. One thing I've learned today is that kids cry pretty easy. Another thing I've learned is that I can make a lot of kids cry in a short period of time. I also have learned that I'm out of shape and I am prone to hyperventilating (This is also because I'm not messing around, I give 110%!).
If we're playing soccer I'm gonna get the ball. I'm gonna run and I'm gonna charge! If you don't like that get out of the way. If it's too hot for you then get out of the soccer field kitchen. One young man learned that as I stole the ball with a kick that I guess not only got the ball but hit the youngsters shin. I took the ball all the way down the field for the score and as I tried to catch my breath on the walk back the kid was crying as his Mom ran out on the field to help him.
On the next play one of my team mates wanted me to pass the ball to him. I told him to run ahead towards the goal. He did and I kicked an awesome pass right to him. It whizzed pass our opponents and hit my teammate directly below the knees. Instead of going for a goal my teammate immediately began complaining of a pain in his legs from too hard of a pass. Come on kid, toughen up!
The final game of the day was dodge ball. Dad's against the kids. On hindsight this might not have been the best decision. I ended up with a soccer ball the was pretty hard and I swear to God I was aiming for one of the kids legs. Unfortunately in life what you want and what you get are two different things. I'm sure what the birthday boy wanted was a fun game of dodge ball. What he got was slammed in the face by me. He began to cry. This is when it dawned on me that maybe I should take myself out of the game. I knew I couldn't play easier, I've got the winner gene in me. I felt bad, but at the same time I had more fun than I've had in a long time.
If we're playing soccer I'm gonna get the ball. I'm gonna run and I'm gonna charge! If you don't like that get out of the way. If it's too hot for you then get out of the soccer field kitchen. One young man learned that as I stole the ball with a kick that I guess not only got the ball but hit the youngsters shin. I took the ball all the way down the field for the score and as I tried to catch my breath on the walk back the kid was crying as his Mom ran out on the field to help him.
On the next play one of my team mates wanted me to pass the ball to him. I told him to run ahead towards the goal. He did and I kicked an awesome pass right to him. It whizzed pass our opponents and hit my teammate directly below the knees. Instead of going for a goal my teammate immediately began complaining of a pain in his legs from too hard of a pass. Come on kid, toughen up!
The final game of the day was dodge ball. Dad's against the kids. On hindsight this might not have been the best decision. I ended up with a soccer ball the was pretty hard and I swear to God I was aiming for one of the kids legs. Unfortunately in life what you want and what you get are two different things. I'm sure what the birthday boy wanted was a fun game of dodge ball. What he got was slammed in the face by me. He began to cry. This is when it dawned on me that maybe I should take myself out of the game. I knew I couldn't play easier, I've got the winner gene in me. I felt bad, but at the same time I had more fun than I've had in a long time.