We’re Not In Kansas Anymore
We watched The Girl play soccer on Saturday. College girls play rough! We knew intellectually that her games would be more physical; but it was still a different experience watching our daughter play a college game. We’ve watched many games in person and on television including the Womens World Cup; but it’s not the same as when it’s your kid getting knocked around. It’s not all one sided; The Girl does her fair share of running people over and definitely gets her money’s worth on fouls she commits. Still, I’m amazed at how much the definition of a foul has changed. And 90 minutes with minimal substitutions is a long time to play soccer. Probably the strangest thing is the fact that she can still do her thing against bigger, faster girls. I know that she wouldn’t have been recruited if the coaches didn’t think that she could compete; but I’m amazed at how well she’s playing against much tougher competition; especially for a freshman. When she first got started as a little girl with her size 3 ball, who would have thought that she would still be stepping between the lines ten years later.



A precious moment to savor. Jim
Jim: Absolutely! But it is strange seeing her playing against girls so much taller than she is.
It is certainly reassuring and amazing to watch your baby hold their own!
Viemoira: I know that she’s pretty tough and wouldn’t admit it even if she was hurting; but she’s definitely not the biggest dog in the fight.