Futbol?
I could put all my knowledge of the game into a few sentences and if it is double spaced it could possibly make an interesting, albeit short paragraph.
My experience of the game is relatively short. We never played it in school and the only name I remember from my school days is Kyle Rote jr. Is he still alive?
I really just got interested in the game about two years ago. I started following the Guatemalan National team in their quest to qualify for the World Cup. I still can’t recall any of the player’s names, but the nicknames are memorable. It seems all Latin players have a nickname..”el Conejo”(the rabbit), “el Pescadito”(little fish), and ‘el Mago”(the magician). I haven’t noticed that in the MSL as of yet, but I’m sure it’s coming.
Why the Guatemalan National team? Well… that is due to my connection with the up and coming “futbol” prodigy from Guatemala, my son Carson.
We became a “forever” family in 2004 and since he started to walk, he has kicked a ball around the house. This past Autumn he watched a game on TV and then saw the goals set up in Central Park. We had to buy a ball and go to the park to let him run. He was only three and could run circles around the old man. We then planned a trip to Columbus on Mother’s Day this Spring to watch the Crew play the Chivas. It was Hispanic heritage night and the stadium was abuzz with activity. After buying the twenty bucks worth of popcorn and cotton candy along with a stadium
horn we settled in our seats to enjoy the game. Carson loved the game, the excitement and the sounds of somewhat familiar Spanish language in the background.
When we got home we signed him up to play in the Upward league this Summer. As his first taste of organized sports he is proving to be a good listener. I tried to teach him the two-handed overhead throw-in many times in our practices and he was too stubborn to even try. Then in his first game the coach handed him the ball and he instinctively performed the maneuver like he had done it a million times before. While he still runs around the field quite aimlessly and likes to pick grass and flowers on the field, run to Momma for a drink leaving the goal unattended and kicking toward the wrong goal, he loves the game.
I still have a lot to learn and with the help of “Soccer for Idiots” maybe someday I’ll figure it all out. I even bought myself some cleats. “Why a bald over-weight 44 year old needs cleats?” is kinda laughable, but he said I needed them for the park.
But right now all I care about is the big smile and the “game face” whenever he puts on the uniform and puts that # 3 ball under his arm, and the smiles of his very proud parents as that “soon to be four year old” little head of black hair bounces tirelessly up and down the field.
I could put all my knowledge of the game into a few sentences and if it is double spaced it could possibly make an interesting, albeit short paragraph.
My experience of the game is relatively short. We never played it in school and the only name I remember from my school days is Kyle Rote jr. Is he still alive?
I really just got interested in the game about two years ago. I started following the Guatemalan National team in their quest to qualify for the World Cup. I still can’t recall any of the player’s names, but the nicknames are memorable. It seems all Latin players have a nickname..”el Conejo”(the rabbit), “el Pescadito”(little fish), and ‘el Mago”(the magician). I haven’t noticed that in the MSL as of yet, but I’m sure it’s coming.
Why the Guatemalan National team? Well… that is due to my connection with the up and coming “futbol” prodigy from Guatemala, my son Carson.
We became a “forever” family in 2004 and since he started to walk, he has kicked a ball around the house. This past Autumn he watched a game on TV and then saw the goals set up in Central Park. We had to buy a ball and go to the park to let him run. He was only three and could run circles around the old man. We then planned a trip to Columbus on Mother’s Day this Spring to watch the Crew play the Chivas. It was Hispanic heritage night and the stadium was abuzz with activity. After buying the twenty bucks worth of popcorn and cotton candy along with a stadium
horn we settled in our seats to enjoy the game. Carson loved the game, the excitement and the sounds of somewhat familiar Spanish language in the background.When we got home we signed him up to play in the Upward league this Summer. As his first taste of organized sports he is proving to be a good listener. I tried to teach him the two-handed overhead throw-in many times in our practices and he was too stubborn to even try. Then in his first game the coach handed him the ball and he instinctively performed the maneuver like he had done it a million times before. While he still runs around the field quite aimlessly and likes to pick grass and flowers on the field, run to Momma for a drink leaving the goal unattended and kicking toward the wrong goal, he loves the game.
I still have a lot to learn and with the help of “Soccer for Idiots” maybe someday I’ll figure it all out. I even bought myself some cleats. “Why a bald over-weight 44 year old needs cleats?” is kinda laughable, but he said I needed them for the park.
But right now all I care about is the big smile and the “game face” whenever he puts on the uniform and puts that # 3 ball under his arm, and the smiles of his very proud parents as that “soon to be four year old” little head of black hair bounces tirelessly up and down the field.
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