("Hi Grandma" *waves*)
We have played three games, and won all three. We haven't been scored against once. The stats speak for themselves: 3-0, 2-0, 3-0, all to us.
(Note how I am saying "we" like I have something to do with it??)
The dads say, "Oh the kids just love their coach!"
The mothers can't believe how exciting Saturday morning football is when you're winning. I'm guessing this is a new experience for them?? They must be used to being on teams that lose a lot?
They are jumping up and down, losing their voices as they cheer on the kids.
"Ooooh! It's too exciting! I'm almost peeing my pants!" said one of them. Sorry - too much information?
Coach Dad tries to make sure everyone gets a fair run. He is working out his players' strengths and getting them to play in positions. The kids are learning to play a strategic game.
"OK dad, sure, why not??"
Coach Dad is unavoidably detained this coming Saturday (a work thing he just can't get out of). He is tossing and turning trying to think of a way to be there, but it looks like he'll have to get someone to stand in for him. I am hoping that whichever dad steps up can pull out of the kids what Coach Dad manages to.
Focus. Commitment. Teamwork. 100%.
PS: Dash still sleeps with his little gold trophy daddy gave him. Bless!