Thursday, March 11, 2010

Beer and Pizza After the Game? Didnt Think so...

I always knew my big mouth would get me in trouble. What can I say? It was a given. It was only a matter of time. {sigh}

I am one of those mothers that is a little too enthusiastic while watching my daughter play soccer. Enthusiastic may not be the most accurate word for it but I think that I'm just going to go with it. Anyways, apparently my enthusiasm was misinterpreted last season. They asked if I would coach this year. I have to say I was shocked. I just always assumed that if Parks and Recreation called it would be more less for a notice of a civic restraining order or something along those lines.

Maybe I should go a head and clarify. I wouldn't really say I am competitive because I'm really not. Really. I swear! I never played a lot of sports in school and despised watching them (Except Hockey. Who doesn't like a good fist fight right?) until my daughter started playing soccer. Before, I just didn't get entertainment or excitement from it. Now, I completely understand! I completely understand why my dad and brother would be standing up yelling to the top of their lungs when WVU would mess up crystal clear pass or when they would be curled up in the fetal position after they lost what should have been an easy win. Although I cant explain it, I get it now. But for some reason, unfortunately that same enthusiasm isn't necessarily welcome in the juvenile sports world (especially soccer).

What were these people thinking, asking me? They must be desperate. But no matter the desperation, didn't any of the board members noticed that none of the other parents would even sit next to me last season? I'm a screamer. I can help it. I have tried to tone it down a bit. As I recall there was one game last season that I weakly attempted to keep my mouth shut the entire game. By the way, I don't think that idea came to me all on its own, I am pretty sure it was suggested. That game was hell on me. Hell!

Instead of rooting for my baby girls team and coaching from the side lines (yeah, by the way her coach love me too) my pent up yelling energy was redirected to constant pacing... which was just as annoying for me as my yelling was for everyone else. You see I had to make a choice... start hollering or spontaneously combust right there in front of all those poor little kids. It was for their own little innocent eyes that I chose to open my mouth again.

With all that said, you are probably wondering why on earth did I say "ok". Well, I love watching these kids play and with out a coach some kids could have missed out this year. Plus its just a lot of fun for everyone. Its going to be one heck of a season and Lord help us all!


  1. Hahaha, Leigh is a soccer mom! :p

    just kidding, that is cool. I know what you me, when you start coaching, you'll do what I did when I coach softball games: either yell more, or (in some cases) feel bad for the bad players and simmer down.

    By the way, WVU hit a 3 pointer at the buzzer and won yesterday, woo hoo! They're looking good for March Madness.

  2. Hi Leigh,
    LOL great post and just love the way that you've been sucked in,You think watching soccer gets the blood flowing, try being a welsh rugby fan and then you probably would burst into flame through frustration.