Uh, I don't know. You're the coach...
My daughter's soccer coach Charlie called me earlier today asking if I thought they should have practice tonight.
"It's raining and cold," he observed. "What do you think, should we have practice?"
"Uhhh, I don't know. You're the coach," I said, trying to wrap my mind around why he'd ask.
"I want your opinion on this," he said.
Now, I've met this man once. How does he know my opinion's worth anything?
"Aren't you spring soccer types supposed to play in this crap?" I asked, remembering back to my misspent youth on the SAY fields.
"I guess we are," he says and then signs off to call the other parents to tell them that practice is on.
Then I decided to look at the weather. It's 36 degrees and it's raining. And I sentenced these girls to spend an hour outside.
I suck.
Or maybe I'm just that competitive.
