tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899451086354935424.post5565021101833685303..comments2022-11-22T23:01:20.766-05:00Comments on Everyday Shakespeare: Suburbs of Our DiscontentAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10653167295401560917noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899451086354935424.post-2036460487084099862011-03-07T11:17:45.924-05:002011-03-07T11:17:45.924-05:00At the first soccer game of the season last fall (...At the first soccer game of the season last fall (team age: 7 & under), our goalie burst into tears when the other team scored its third goal. It was the kids' first game ever with goalies. Our goalie kept forgetting he was allowed to use his hands as well as his feet to block the ball. As he sank into a limp puddle in the goalie box, the coach walked over to the sidelines to apologize to the parents for his son's poor sportsmanship. Yes. The coach's son was crying while goal tending. It happens. At least you know your kid is human and not one of those awful sports robot children raised by scary hyper sidelines parents.MommyTimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12860003098383600806noreply@blogger.com