When you live in a small town like ours, the event resembles a barn raising.
Families arrived out of nowhere and assembled around the soccer field to cheer on their sons, daughters and grandchildren. Fellow neighbors with folding chairs, lawn blankets, coolers and soccer balls emerged everywhere.
It’s both intriguing and nerve-racking to watch your offspring participate in a structured team sport for the first time. There’s a high level of curiosity, excitement, peer pressure, awkwardness and fun all happening at the same time. It’s a rite of passage.
The rumor of crazy sports parents? They’re true. These people actually exist — even amidst toddlers whose attempts to kick the ball miss half the time.
This day was reminiscent of my own childhood. Most of all, it was one of those moments that made me feel like a full-fledged suburban dad. I never thought of myself that way, until this day.