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The Athletic Director and I tried our best to find a team to beat my middle school soccer crew, but despite our best efforts they went undefeated-- today we beat our second Group IV team of the season (South Brunswick . . . they have 700 plus kids per class, Highland Park usually graduates around 100) and earlier in the season we beat New Brunswick, who never loses in Middle School . . . and to celebrate, I will not be having a beer, instead I am headed over to the turf to run 7:30 to 9 PM travel practice; my son Alex is not going because he got steamrollered by a giant kid in the game and hurt his knee, but his younger brother Ian said he is up for it-- soccer, soccer, soccer, for six hours straight-- and I guess all the practice is paying off.
ReplyDeleteTo what end, Dave???!! Where does it stop???
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ReplyDeleteKeep running the picket fence!
ReplyDeleteDon't get caught watching the paint dry.
ReplyDeletei've often thought the same thing whit . . . where does it stop? but then you start kicking the ball around and you forget about everything else. and i certainly find enough spare time for beer . . .
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