Yesterday afternoon I got to go watch the first half of the high school girls varsity soccer game. Several of our stake's Young Women were playing on the team. The opponent was a Salt Lake City high school who, dressed in their bright orange uniforms, looked like highway construction workers. Plus they were pushy and mean. And they kicked our girls' trash. 5-0. Ouch.
Now, I haven't been to watch anything but my own kids in the high school stadium. The Boy had his football camp there a little over a year ago and The Girl has played a few soccer games there for the city league. When my kids are there, the high school students generally aren't.
I was a little startled at the group of punk high schoolers that still run out onto the turf during halftime and mess around. These, of course, are boys. I guess, little has changed since my own days in high school. They come out and some kick their soccer ball into the goals. Others kick a football, or make sorry attempts to kick the football, through the uprights. Still others play quarterback and throw the football down field to their "receivers". Some things never change.
Isn't that great?
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