...to coach soccer

...even though I am not exactly...good at it.

To say that is an understatement.

You see...I have never actually played in a soccer game.  I have never played in a soccer match.  In fact I don't even really know the correct terminology for this said sport.

If you know me than you probably are aware of how exactly un-coordinated I am.  You might have seen me run.  (I may do this several days a week but I am NOT good at this.)  You may have even possibly seen me kick a soccer ball once or twice with my kids.  But you have never seen me kick and run at the same time.

I am not sure I am actually capable of this feat.

But guess who is the head soccer coach for Will's soccer team this fall?

Yep.  Your's truly.

I didn't ask to be the coach.

Oh no.

I volunteered to be an assistant coach for Abbey and Audrey's soccer team.  You know where my responsibilities might include tasks like behavior management of the little buggers on the bench.

I am really good at that task.

Or perhaps even double tying the laces of soccer cleats.  I know I would get an A+ on this task.

But...running soccer drills.  Nope.

Or setting up scrimmages.  Uh uh.

Thank goodness for You-Tube.  And teach-me-soccer-drills dot com.

So each night I have set out with a plan featuring warm-ups, passing drills, kicking sets, and various soccer-ish games.  The kids are running, playing, and they even managing to kick the soccer ball here and there.

My son is thrilled I am his coach.  He doesn't seem to care that I have no.idea.whatsoever. what I am doing.

And he's the reason why I was crazy enough to agree to this nonsense.