...you have a 2 year old SUV with 85,000 miles on it.
...you know the location of every soccer field in the town, school district, county and western side of the state. And you know where the nearest Starbucks is to each one.
Someone asks how old you daughter is and you say "U-14".
You have owned every type of camping chair, water bottle and cooler imaginable.
......the floor mats in your car are never free of turf. Nor are the inside of all your shoes...the dog's bed....the corners of the house, the carpet in your kids rooms...
...your child's "good shoes" are their newest pair of cleats.
..you and your spouse spend all weekend at soccer games. In different counties. With different kids. You only communicate via text and that is to update the score. You eventually see eachother...on Sunday night.
...you spend all your "vacation time" at tournaments.
...you have never met a linesmen that could call offsides properly. (..HEY! Is this girl flying or playing soccer? Do you think Maria tripped her with her right foot there? Maybe.)
...your daughter's team plays "aggressive", but the other team "plays dirty". ...the bulk of this blog was inspired by and directly stolen from an email I received. It rang so true, that I had to share it with all of you.
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I was going to tell you this needed to be published somewhere until I got to the last line and realized it is. It's awesome!
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