April 17, 2005

We were purple sharks once, and young

Wacky weekend around Rancho Non Sequitor.

Early Saturday, I piled the three mobiles into the van to go to the boy's soccer game. The Purple Sharks were defiant in their match against the Royal Blue Sharks, and the little man scored three goals. Of course, six year old "Hot Shots" Soccer bears about as much resemblance to real soccer as, well, there's a ball, usually one (although sometimes more) on the field, and there are two goals. The final score was more in the Arena Football League range (76-53), but a good time was had by all.

Until, that is, one of the Purple Sharks cold-cocked one of the Royal Blue Sharks.

Cold. Cocked.

Now, the salient detail to remember here is that they are the six-and-unders. This wasn't Sharks versus the Jets sort of rivalry that had been stewing for years of class conflict reflecting ascriptive hierarchies of power, gender, and oppression. This is "hey, so you kicked it in your own goal, here's a juicebag to take the edge of." I saw the whole thing---it happened right in front of me. The cold-cocked-ee starts bawling, of course, and the coaches (who are supposed to be the refs) turned and walked over, assuming the usual--someone getting their foot stepped on, etc. Being the rat that I am, I told the guy--hey, the red-headed kid punched him.

Of course, you know what followed:

A. The parent of the puncher completely denied everything, and accused the other kid of starting it;

2. A third parent had caught the whole thing on videotape.

Needless to say, hilarity ensued.

After that series of unfortunate events, we split, stopping on the way home for the kids to get a donut, while listening to Car Talk. Saturday morning is my favorite time of the week.

The rest of the weekend was quietly uneventful, and tomorrow is going to be extremely busy, so I'll leave you with only two links.

First: What? No LLamas?

Second: He really hates us, doesn't he? Sigh.

And the caption of the weekend should be:

"Z-man sez I just saved a bunch of money switching to GEICO--shouldn't you?"

One last one: Advance Australia Fair, indeed!

AND I do believe that's more than one in five. No biggie, as it's barrelling along through some of the most densely populated parts of the US.

Wasn't the Acela one of the big achievements that Al Gore was responsible for?

Posted by Steve at April 17, 2005 11:02 PM
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"When you're a Jet you're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dying day . . . "

Now I don't know about the Sharks, but I imagine they have a similar code, 'cause that's all a five year old soccer player's got on the tough streets of suburban DC.

Posted by: The Colossus at April 18, 2005 06:54 AM


Ack! Thought it was Robbo posting. That should read "the mean streets of suburban Texas".

Posted by: The Colossus at April 18, 2005 07:11 AM

Things like this are bound to happen when kids are hitting the juiceboxes. Next thing you know these kids will be teens, going to maltshops. . .

Posted by: RobertJ at April 18, 2005 02:03 PM
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