While this particular injury Rakes is sporting on his nose didn't happen as a result of soccer, I have a sinking feeling pictures like this are going to become more and more common.
Somehow I've been drafted, or coerced, into being the assistant coach for Rakes soccer team. Being that I know absolutely NOTHING about the game, this makes perfect sense: I'm pretty sure all they were looking for was someone upright and breathing who showed an interest in what was going on.
Regardless, there I was, the baseball fanatic, faking my way through soccer practice, screaming "GET IN FRONT OF IT" and "KICK IT THAT WAY". See, tonight was the first scrimmage Rakes has had in soccer: Rakes, Wes, and Lane vs. Ashley, Jessie, and Adian.
After 15 knockdown/collisions, as little as I know about soccer, I've figured out this much: Rakes and Ashley better be there for every game, or else The Sharks are going to get KILLED every time. They are the only two who grasp the concept of "go where the ball is, kick it toward YOUR goal, and RUN".
Watching the butterfly flying by, or the coach on the other team, or looking up at the plane that isn't there seems to occupy the rest of the team's attention: talk about having the patience of Job. Coach Wendell has it in spades: meanwhile, I'm trying not to cheer for Rakes so much and encourage the other kids.
Other than the numerous knock downs by all the hooligans, tonight went fairly well: just had to tell the boy that if you get knocked down, you get back up again. Yes, I'm quoting really bad songs just to inspire the kids: you walk a mile in a man's shoes, then feel free to criticize.
As far as that Ashley goes: I may have to talk to her Mom about an arranged marriage for Rakes.
Cute, athletic, and a mean streak a mile long: sounds like she's right in his wheelhouse.
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