Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

2.16.2006

Muy frio futbol

Hot Rod's soccer team played in the local pre-season warm-up *bad choice of words of that day* tournament. The boys did pretty well considering they were once again a team of largely 6-year-olds playing 7- and 8-year-olds. It is just the way the tournaments work. There are more boys under 8 teams than boys under 7, so they play in the same bracket.

What made this tournament worse was that it was freaking windy as hell with a wind chill of about 21 degrees. Add to that, it was about 70 just two days earlier and you'll find out why I was a momsicle on the soccer fields.
Hot Rod plays keeper about half the game. Here is he making a save.

He was bundled up pretty good, looking like the michelin man.

He was a bit of a fashion nightmare, but that's ok. He was warm. Check out the parents on the opposite side of the field trying to stay warm.

We were all wusses, that is just the way it is. Texans are not used to this. Here are our parents.

The concession stand behind us didn't help because the wind was coming out of the other direction. Below is Pickle all bundled up under the quilt with his gameboy. Fortunately, I had taken Stinkerbelle to stay with my parents on Saturday.

A very cold AoM.

The boys played like champs, though. Gotta break 'em of the bunch ball, though. They do pretty good at times, but then forget and bunch up. Look how much taller the yellow team is than our silver boys!

Hot Rod and his teammates aren't intimidated by the big guys either. Below, Hot Rod is running to get in front of No. 7 nd cut him off. Pretty smart move.

Looking at him in the pic below, he looks like he is sizing the kid up. Scary.

at one point in the game, Hot Rod starts yelling "Hey, he called me a bad name!" He's trying to get the ref to get the kid in trouble, we're telling him to ignore it and keep playing, but he is worked up over this. At the end of the quarter, he comes over and Coach AoD asks him what the kid called him. "He called me a Maniac!" Oh well, AoD replied, he wasn't far off the mark! One of the moms and me both cracked up. Hot Rod didn't think it was funny.

Then, there was this parasailing jackass that distracted me for a bit. AoD didn't see it, which suprised me. But, this gives you an indication of how windy it was. They set up a tent to block the wind off their other children, presumably and just took it down and sailed away with it.

After the game, the boys got medals for participating. Here Hot Rod is knighted.

And, the cold team. The boy in the yellow hood is our assistant coach. He is the big brother to a pair of borthers we have on the team.

I think I may be nuts, but Friday night, I'm taking Stinkerbelle and Hot Rod to see Chicken Little and we're taking the two little boys on the left with us.

5 Comments:

  • At 12:22 PM, February 16, 2006, Blogger cashin said…

    How cold was it anyway? Cuz tonight we're supposed to have a windchill of -40, I'm pumped.

     
  • At 3:53 PM, February 16, 2006, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Was that negative 40? Oh dear God. We'd all curl up and die here. I think it was around freezing or warmer.

    Brrr. Supposed to get that way again tonight and we might even get snow on Sunday. Yippee.

     
  • At 6:51 AM, February 17, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    What is this "we". I have been through temps that cold before (yes it was a very long time ago, but still)!

     
  • At 8:51 AM, February 17, 2006, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Minnesota boy, I wasn't talking about YOU. I meant us normal home-grown Texans, thank you very much. As soon as you get a bumper sticker that says: I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could! ... then, we'll talk about including YOU in my WE when talking about weather and Texans.

    ppptththhptpptttppp!!!!

     
  • At 8:56 AM, February 17, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Since you have your tongue out already...oh wait you said PG-13 blog. I will tell you the rest later then!

     

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