Soccer Season comes to an end

Readers  –

I know I have posted a few times about my daughters playing soccer and our quest for the state championship here in the little state of Texas.  Well that will end until next year!

We ran into a buzz-saw on Friday night.  A team from SW Houston came in and destroyed us.  It was not so much they destroyed us; it was the fact that a few of our players just “quit” after going down.

That bothers me more than anything…

My two girls have grown up around me and my silly motivational speeches, quotes, videos…  They understand that integrity of playing hard on a team.  Never giving up… Fighting harder than everyone else.  I always explain that they may run into players or people that are better, stronger, faster, prettier, etc… Because you can not control that.  But what you can control and should never run into someone that “wants it more” than you do.  The heart of a champion.  The heart to fight longer and harder than your opponent.  To live harder than others… You can control that.  You can make yourself keep going…  You can will yourself to the next level.

So….  Watching my daughters get upset at the players that “gave up” was hard on so many levels… But made me proud on so many more.

Congratulations my two fabulous daughters… What you have accomplished this year is extraordinary:

  • Maintained all A and B in school.  Both girls taking all advanced level classes.  AP and Dual Credit.  R gaining 21 hours of college credit as a junior in high school.  B gaining 3 as a freshman in high school.
  • B making and dominated the varsity soccer team with her junior sister as a freshman… Accumulating 23 goals to lead the entire district… again, as a freshman!
  • R playing rock solid defense and never having her side of the field give up a goal the entire season.  Only giving up 2 goals all season as a team.
  • R making state in UIL choir
  • B becoming the editor of the school newspaper (as a freshman!)
  • B being named Athlete of the week for the entire city of Houston, Texas

I could go on with this list but you get the drift.  But whats so impressive is the fact they did all of this as their home life BLEW UP around them.  Their parents exploded.  As you can read in the blog, this past summer we went from a perfectly normal family of 4 to a divorced, divided family.  The girls living in my apartment and staying a few nights a week at their mothers 30 minutes away.

That is what I call heroic.  I can not be more proud of my two and the people they are growing up to be.

The Cry of Youth

The Cry of Youth

I usually try and stay away from writing about the topic of work.  I don’t want to mix my work life with my blog.  But this week has been extra, shall we say for lack of a better word, entertaining.

As some of you know I work at an alternative secondary school in the inner-city of Houston.  This campus houses all students 6-12 grade that break the law at the regular campus.  They make a bad decision and are sent to us.  Basically, their bad decisions just keep coming.

I was asking a friend the other night if she thinks there is a full moon out there this week.  The next day she asked me if I found out about the full moon.

My response, “I haven’t looked because I am afraid if there is NOT a full moon then I am going to be more depressed.”

The students this past week have been what we like to call, OFF THE CHAIN.  Kids cussing, shouting, fighting, turning over desks, walking out of classrooms and leaving the campus, etc.. etc…  It never stops.  What is great about it…. We are used to it.   Nothing a kid does will surprise me.

I innocently walked out of the main office going toward the cafeteria for lunch duty.  Out walks one of our star stellar students from the cafeteria.  He is steadily cussing one of the adults I have stationed in the cafeteria.  She asks me if I could handle SAID student.


I explain to him that he is being sent to the in-school suspension room and he needs to turn and go their immediately.  Typical profanity laced response that he wasn’t doing anything we say.  He walks into  secretaries office and starts using the phone.  I follow him inside and tell him to hang up the phone.  More profanity….  He then throws the phone at me.  Luckily I duck.  Student then sweeps his arm across the secretaries desk sending papers, computer monitor, staple, etc… all on the ground.  Student then chooses additional profanity and spits a snot rocket right at me!  I try and duck with my Matrix type skills but the snotball hits me in the shoulder.  He then runs off like a little school girl, out the front door and sprints down the street in who knows what direction.

This bothered me.  I know I am on video tape everywhere so I can’t do what I really want to do because I like shelter and food.  Losing my job would put shelter and food in jeapordy.

What really bothered me was the smell that kept coming from my shirt.  I had to change into a borrowed student uniform white plain shirt.

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Living the Dream?  Listening to the Cry of Youth.

LCL Injury

So today I was sitting in the 37 degree weather getting ready to watch for the 1st time my two daughters play on the same team.  (they played two scrimmages last week).  This is the 1st game of our pre-season tournament.  I consider this the first game.  We are playing an old rival named Nederland.  Good team that beat us in the Regional playoff last year.

B is the starting forward.  She takes off in the first 2 minutes and connects a beautiful threw ball to the other forward for a goal. ( I have the sequence of pictures below showing that beautiful threw ball)  Up 1-0.  Next play one of our midfielders makes a tackle on a girl causing her to fall down and we all could hear a loud “crack”.  Then the girl starts crying hysterically as she lays on her back in the middle of the pitch.  We instantly knew it was serious.

My young daughter just stands around talking to the other forward for the entire 30 minutes it took to cart the girl off the field.  Remember it is 37 degrees.  B has had a strained LCL for the past week and was already nervous about playing.  Obviously, during that 30 minute break her knee cools down.

Next play is a free kick that my other daughter (the defender) R jumps and settles.  She then passes a long ball to B (forward).  B is quickly able to control it with her back to another player.  She rolls it off to the outside mid and circles around the opponent in a full spring to the goal.  She blows by the center back and then pulls up lame.

The little knucklehead didn’t warm it back up and ends up coming out of the game.  We no longer have an offense.

They tie the game at 1-1.  Go into penalty kicks and lose.

B and I have a long chat about how she needs to show some more maturity in taking care of her body.


Here I am complaining about a slight LCL strain and some poor girl on the other team is probably scheduling surgery for her collar bone for early next week.  Does that make me a bad person?

So… ice, STEM machine, elevation, etc…  over and over again.  The trainer gave her a knee brace to wear tomorrow to warm up in the loser’s bracket game at 9 AM in the 35 degree weather that should have the added bonus of rain.

We have a scheduled appointment with the Woodlands Sports Medicine Clinic tomorrow at 2:30 just to be safe.

I only was able to snap a few shots of B in her first game (She was only out there for 3 minutes).  But here is a nice sequence of her beating the defensive center mid.