We have added two sports rec leagues to our lives. My husband is playing on a “dudes in their thirties” soccer team, and my son is playing flag football for the first time.
While I have yet to join the Cross-Country and Track League because I’m already running in circles after my 3-year-old (bahdupbump), I’m certainly learning a lot on the sidelines.
What I learned about the 6-year-old Flag Football League:
- Instead of teaching the basics of football, most flag football coaches will only teach trick plays so their team can win even though we don’t keep score at this age.
- One flag football coach will have a PLAY BOOK even though 90% of his team cannot read.
- Getting back our refs from the NFL was more helpful than I expected.
- Whenever someone on the sideline says “I’ll just blog about that” in a condescending tone (which has happened exactly twice), I will become paranoid and debate whether I need to take the person’s photo to intimidate them.
- My son can play football for the rest of his life because I was born to jump up and down like a fool screaming: GO D!!! (As in “Go defense,” not “God” although I imagine, down the line, praying will be involved.)
What I learned about the 30s Futbol (Soccer) League:
- A Sunday morning league actually meets on Sunday afternoons and sometimes Tuesday nights.
- Instead of bringing water, oranges and pretzels, the players fight over ankle braces, medical tape and icy hot.
- 30-year-old men playing rec soccer will say, “I’m a caveman and have to play this way” after they knock the normal 30-year-old men down.
- My husband has hurt his head, back, groin, hip, ankle and foot. However, the team sub broke his knee so can’t kick to the left making Scott a star player.
- The winning team can’t just say to a teammate “great move.” The winning team must say in front of the losing team, “Great move. Way to make him look like an idiot.” Maybe the guy also coaches kindergarteners in flag football?