Ah! The Joys of Summer -or- Soccer

You can tell that it is really summer when Monday and Wednesday nights are spent at the soccer field, sitting amidst a sea of different colored teams and trying to avoid getting hit in the head with a ball.
This year, Josh is on the yellow team. Generally, I forget this at least once a game and tend to just cheer for the team with the prettier color. Hey, who's keeping score anyway? The coach of the yellow team seems to know what he is talking about, although he does so in a distinct accent, which has yet remained unidentified. Perhaps Boston, or maybe NYC. In any case, it is most evident in the way he refers to the object the team is kicking about. Sometimes it is "bwal" and others it is "bhoul", and in between the game is punctuated with cries of "Beauty! Beauty!". And then there are the annoying fans, otherwise known as parents. To be fair, not all of them are annoying, but there are certain ones who always seem to have high-pitched voices and never, ever stop shouting. I think that has to be my least favorite part of watching, other than the fact that I cannot play. Perhaps next time I will bring headphones, and then I can listen to music while I watch, which should be much more pleasant. That, and a book, and I am all set. Yup, this might just be a good summer.