When Baby Boy was born Darling Husband and I pinkie swore he would never play soccer. We had lost scads of friends because all they do on weekends is drive 500 miles to Worchester or Hartford or Newark so their kids can sit on the bench in hopes that one of the good kids sprain an ankle so they can play and also sprain an ankle.
We couldn't imagine a deeper circle of hell.
All BB asks to do now is play soccer. I have no idea how he learned about it. But just in case, I bought him a ball and net. After I set it up, he burst into tears.
When he calmed down he sobbed, "Where are the swords and giraffes?"
Now that is a style of soccer I WOULD drive 5oo miles to watch.