If You Can’t Beat ‘Em…
That’s right. Poppyseed is now a field hockey player. With no ga-ga league here in the Lehigh Valley, and soccer already filled for the season, Poppyseed snagged one of the last remaining spots on one of the third grade teams. Field hockey is very popular here. In fact, our local high school has an impressive program and the youth program is coached by members of the high school team.
I have to say that I am not certain who was more nervous before today’s practice. It was, in fact, a first for both of us as I did not participate in any type of organized sports as a youngster and had no idea what to expect. Poppyseed actually looked as though she might vomit, but was much better once she got on the field. And I too was much better once she got on the field. I watched her scan the bleachers, hoping to find me.
And I sat. For ninety long minutes. Watching a bunch of girls learn how to handle their new equipment. Poppyseed was by no means the worst player on the team. Nor was she a shining star. She didn’t seem to notice.
Field hockey is AWESOME!!! she exclaimed as she walked off the field. But their grass is a rip-off; it isn’t even real grass.