Dearest soccer,
Our first date left a little something to be desired. It probably all started with the black jersey in direct sunlight. That isn’t conducive for the little Mia Hamm’s of the world.

Please note: She's sitting in the ONLY shade within miles.

Honestly, our first date was downright miserable.

I just knew that my big precious would own you. I just knew that you would be the best thing she’s ever done. I just KNEW that with her coordination she would “rock it,” to use an exact quote from said almost five year old. Instead, you deceived her.  You rolled way. Refused to go home to your goal. Found favor with better other kids.

Bottom line: You won. It was bad. Very bad. I hope she rallies before next Sunday at 1 p.m. Which, quite frankly, is another area where you went wrong.


At least little precious was happy

And, sadly, the hurt was deeper than a Capri Sun and cheese crackers could heal.
BUT… At least we looked cute for you. We sure did look the part.

 Until next Sunday,
Competitive mommy dearest