So t ball has ended and my next volunteer work is my sons under 6 soccer games. Today I pulled him out of the game and he gets hysterical and starts crying, I say buddy whats wrong you gotta come out so others can play and you can get a breathe. He then stares at me with a death stare that would've made Chuck Norris cry and through his wall of tears he mutters, Dad I hate coming out of the game, the sideline is my enemy.....I laughed so hard I nearly fainted because he was so upset....
Game one in the books no crazies because hardly anyone understands soccer which is nice but the whole tramatic pulling the kid out of the game was so funny I had to share his mother saw what happened across the field and after the game she yells at me for making him cry thinking I was yelling at him or something.