Well, we survived the soccer tournament. The girls seemed to have fun and actually won a game (their first win of the season). The net result is that it made me even more grateful for my daughter's coach. She was the only female coach in their bracket, and in my mind, was utterly fantastic in how she worked with the girls. She yelled only to get the ref's attention for a substitution or to remind the girls to position themselves correctly. She was firm but kind. She never bitched out any of the kids, and they all felt like a million bucks by the time they left that afternoon. Compare that to some of the other coaches. Some teams had two or three men yelling at them, telling them to do this, do that in real nasty voices. I just really don't think that's necessary at this age and talent level. It certainly didn't get any better performance out of the kids.
Oh, and I did end up buying Robots for the girls as a treat. All in all a good, but tiring weekend.
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