Waa?

Coach?

Did you just read that right?

Was it a typo?

A delusion?

Nope.

I am,in fact, a soccer coach.

A girl’s U-10 league soccer coach.

A whistle blowin’. Offside calling. “Get your body in the game, girls!” Coach.

Here is my team: The Thrashers

And whose that beauty getting poked in the side? With one foot playfully kicked back in delight? Yep, my baby girl, Keni.

Keni is the reason I am a coach this season. A cleats wearing. Team roster writing. Sweaty eyebrows. (that’s right folks… sweaty eyebrows) Penalty calling coach.

The big surprise tho? I love soccer.

I am still learning the rules of the game, the ins and outs of it all. But I love it. The game is awesome. The action is non stop. The girls have a great time. I get a little exercise. (Did I mention my sweaty eyebrows?) And it’s all over in under an hour.

You can’t beat that, people.

Well, you can. But let’s not go there now. We’re talking about the kids here.

The only downside? I have to Ref a few games.

Now, being a Ref? That stinks.

Not the kids part, mind you, those guys are great.

But the parents. And whew! The other coaches. Let’s just say, they are just not well mannered citizens when I blow or don’t blow the whistle.

But I am willing to look the other way.

For the love of the game.