Get the feedNine teams
Thursday, Jun 25th 2009
It’s been difficult for me to blog regularly this spring, partly because of my own lack of discipline, but also because our four children were on nine teams – five soccer, two baseball, one lacrosse and one track. Some weeks they were in eleven games and meets.
I say this somewhat sheepishly, because I know it sounds excessive.
However, Annalise repeatedly said throughout the spring, “I love watching Christopher’s soccer team.”
And that’s my defense. My fourteen year-old daughter chose to attend her younger brother’s soccer games because she not only wanted to support him, but also found his games totally fun.
That’s the magic of sports.
When the Red Sox were on their wild and wonderful journeys to their World Series Championships, the feeling of community was palpable in the New England air. We were all pulled into those anxious October baseball days like a huge family rooting for our loved ones.
In Starbucks lines, we’d “complain” about our lack of sleep when the ballgames went late into the night. We’d meet at water coolers to rehash the Dave Roberts’ steal and Big Papi’s endless string of walk-off hits. We wore our uniform blue and red caps and chuckled together at the demise of the Yankees. When we were lucky enough to attend a game, we hugged and high-fived strangers like they were our best pals. We’d speak shorthand to each other - “how ‘bout those Sox?” - and smile knowingly because we were Red Sox Nation and we were proud.
Sports can do that. They can bring all kinds of people together.
That’s probably why - as excessive as it seems - nine was the perfect number.
I say this somewhat sheepishly, because I know it sounds excessive.
However, Annalise repeatedly said throughout the spring, “I love watching Christopher’s soccer team.”
And that’s my defense. My fourteen year-old daughter chose to attend her younger brother’s soccer games because she not only wanted to support him, but also found his games totally fun.
That’s the magic of sports.
When the Red Sox were on their wild and wonderful journeys to their World Series Championships, the feeling of community was palpable in the New England air. We were all pulled into those anxious October baseball days like a huge family rooting for our loved ones.
In Starbucks lines, we’d “complain” about our lack of sleep when the ballgames went late into the night. We’d meet at water coolers to rehash the Dave Roberts’ steal and Big Papi’s endless string of walk-off hits. We wore our uniform blue and red caps and chuckled together at the demise of the Yankees. When we were lucky enough to attend a game, we hugged and high-fived strangers like they were our best pals. We’d speak shorthand to each other - “how ‘bout those Sox?” - and smile knowingly because we were Red Sox Nation and we were proud.
Sports can do that. They can bring all kinds of people together.
That’s probably why - as excessive as it seems - nine was the perfect number.
Jean Yih Kingston
Jean Kingston, who co-founded SixSeeds, spends many of her waking hours in her SUV hauling carloads of children to various and sundry playing fields across the state of Massachusetts. She is a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania.
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