|That's him in net|
We said sure, sounds like fun!
Then he said he wanted to play goalie.
Being the eternal optimist, George said, sure, sounds like fun!
Me being me, I just groaned and envisioned parents shooting daggers at us after losing a game.
3/4 of the way through the season, I'm happy to report there have been no daggers. But rather, I've learned things like:
- George is amazing at teaching the kid how to play a sport neither has ever played before
- George has a very loud voice in an arena and uses it often to my utter mortification
- Our boy has developed a passion for something besides watching movies or playing video games
- Our boy has made some new friends (which means we have made new friends, too)
- Lacrosse parents are way crazier than hockey parents
- Drinking with Lacrosse parents at tournaments is too much fun
- Having a hangover after a tournament then driving home sucks
- Parents do not blame other parents for losing a game. They blame their lazy ass children for losing a game and not supporting their goalie. This makes me :)
- Getting hit by a lacrosse ball sans equipment hurts. A lot.
- I still don't like being the parent of a goalie, but as long as he's happy I'm happy.
We have tried convincing our oldest to switch from hockey to lacrosse this winter, but he refuses to budge. Another season in a cold arena it is, I suppose.