A Proud Father Moment

I know my girls will never read this because this blog is anonymous!  But I just wanted to put it in writing.  Not so much for them; but for me.

Another proud Dad moment!

Last night the girl’s high school held their Soccer Banquet. It was a great night of awards for my two girls.

R – (Junior) – 3 year starter
3rd year in row of 1st Team All District,
3rd Year in row of 1st Team All Academic District
Voted Team Captain
1st year of Defensive MVP for District 19-5A
2nd year in row of Team Defensive MVP

B – (Freshman) – 1 year starter
1st Team All District
1st Team All Academic District
1st Year Team Offensive MVP (led team with 23 goals and 5 assists)

What I am most proud of is the fact both girls are able to dominate on the soccer field at the same time they dominate in the classroom.  Both girls have a high 3.7 GPA while carrying ALL advanced level courses.  (AP, dual credit, etc…)

I love you two and am so proud of all that you have accomplished and the excitement that the future holds for both of you.

I love being your father.

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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.

Playoffs 3rd Round

Not sure if you guys really want the “play-by-play” of my daughter’s playoffs.  But your getting it anyway!

Round 3 was two nights ago… Was a tough tough team.  We came out with a quick lead on a weakass penalty free kick from just outside the box.  Should never of been called but we will take the 1-0 lead.

Then we gave up 2 goals.  Went down 1-2.

Little B took the ball at the half-way line and beat her defender.  Slide the ball to another forward who one-touched it back to a sprinting B.  B had the center back hit her hard so she was able to spin around and kicked the ball up for a volley and blasted the ball on the up bounce into the left upper 90 of the goal from about 25 yards out.  Brilliant.  Best goal I have seen EVER by little B.  Tied 2-2

We give up a goal in the beginning of the 2nd half; down 2-3.  1:47 seconds left in the game.  The girls are all dog tired.  Big R is a wall in defense.  Sliding into girls, blocking shots with her body, chasing streaking forward all over the place.  They dominated possession.  B is getting pissed.  Many of the girls are giving up.  Cramping, our mid-fielder is throwing up on the sidelines, 2 injuries.  We have nobody to sub… Big R has to come out because both knees are bleeding and the ref spots them.  Quickly the trainer tapes them up.. Its a marathon.  Nail biter.  I have a head-ache from yelling and the tension.

1:47 seconds left, Little B takes the ball 10 yards outside the box.  Goes to her left.  Steps past a defender and the center back is rushing toward her.  She hits a hard left-footed goal just above the goal-keepers stretched hand and into the bottom of the crossbar.  Ball bounces into the ground past the goal line for a goal!  We go friggin nuts!!!  Dog-pile in the goal box.  Girls are crying… B is jumping up and down like a maniac.  I’m shedding tears high fiving my father, my buddies who all came out to watch the girls dominate… Big R races down the field in a full spring and picks Little B up and tackles her again!  Its one of the most impressive moments of my life.

Go into double over time (2 – 10 minute over times)  and the score remains 3-3.  Its time for penalty kicks to decide the winner.  Little B sprints out to the spot 1st and takes the ball from the ref places it quickly on spot and bounces as if saying to the ref, “Come on chump; blow the damn whistle”.  Whistle blows and Little B blasts it into the right corner for the first goal!  Our keeper makes 3 miraculous saves and we win the friggin game!!

WOO HOOO

On to Regional Semi-finals (2 games away from state!!).  This Friday at 4.

Both girls are in the ice bath yesterday and today… Lets go girls!

Playoffs!

It has been a whirlwind of a week!  Soccer playoffs, new girlfriend, Easter, shopping, work, practice, etc…  Therefore, I have not had time to update my blog.  I want to… I have been thinking about it but just have not had the time.  Which is all good.

Lets break it down:

Soccer Playoffs:

The girls are playing tonight at 7 in the third round.  They have won the first two games.  I posted a blog before the 1st round here.

We blew out the first round with a 8-0 victory.  My little B scored 2 goals in that route.  R was bored in the back and didn’t let anyone take a shot the entire night.

The 2nd round was a tough game against a solid team from a town north of Houston.  Two of their players have verbal commitments to Texas A&M.  So what???  Our girls were a little intimidated at first.  Both my daughters came home and said that the team was down on themselves and they didn’t think they could win.  Luckily my oldest, R, started telling the girls “we can do this”.  (If you don’t know R was a freshman 2 years ago and our team went to state and lost in the semi-finals.  One of the top 4 teams in the state of Texas… so, she has been there.)

Game day.  It was a defensive battle and we went down 0-1.  I watched the body language of our team slouch and give up.  R yelled at her teammates to fire them up.  She ran out of position and sprinted past an opponent and blasted a ball at the half-way line into the goal box.  It was a moon-shot… This gave time for little B to run underneath it and collide with the goalkeeper and another defender taking them down to the turf as she headed the ball into the back of the net!  We were instantly tied and the girls did a “dog-pile” ontop of B.  Amazing…  Then the team loosened up and we scored another quick goal and then little B put another ball into the back of the net for a win of 3-1.

Little B was player of the week in the main Houston newspaper today.  Pretty impressive for a freshman.

Tonight we play another town’s team that we should beat.  They happen to be in our district and we have lost one and won one against them.  This is labeled the “rubber match”.

New Girlfriend:

Yes, I use the title.  It fits.  We are having a blast.  Meeting each other’s families, kids, friends, etc.. Laughing all the time… Watching movies and sports with each other… Just spending time enjoying each other’s company.  I’m excited and for the first time in a long time looking forward to the future.

Easter:

The new girlfriend and I went to church together.  Both of our kids were with their other parent.  So that was quite nice.  Then we all got together with my girls and went out to my parents for Easter Dinner of pulled pork sandwiches.  The girlfriend past the last test… My mother… lol

Work, etc.. all the same…

I’m off to route my girls on to victory!

Mrs. Walowitz died!!!

A television legend died today!  This is tragic news.  Big Bang Theory actress Mrs. Walowitz died.  She was the unseen voice of Howard’s mother.

Often you could hear her yelling from upstairs in that HORRIBLE voice.  I have nightmares of that voice.

Last week the girls are playing soccer against one of our district rivals on their home turf.  The parents of our girls and myself sat on the home side with the opponent’s parents.  Below us was an old lady that yelled and cheered for her team the ENTIRE game.  Her voice was rough, nasal, sounded like gravel and gave everyone a headache.

At first we were all silently cussing her because she would not SHUT UP.  By the second half of the game we were cheering her on.  It was impressive how much she cheered.  Her cheers were always super positive.  Never spoke down on the our team and really were there to motivate the opponents.

One of the mothers on our team leaned over to me and asked, “Do you watch Big Bang Theory?”  I replied that I did.  She then said, “That lady sounds EXACTLY like Mrs. Walowitz!”

I laughed for an hour.  She did.  I think she was Mrs. Walowitz.

Now today I read that she died.  Tragic.

Big Bang needs to come find this lady to fill in the role.  Nobody would ever know the difference.

Chick In A Mustang

I have told you about Jeff in a previous post.  Jeff and I talk every morning.  He actually lives about 20 minutes south of me on the same major highway I travel down to get to work.  I don’t think we have ever seen each other on the way to work but we have been close.  As in, a few hundred feet close.  There have been times when he says, “Do you see that sweet 4×4?” and a few seconds later I catch the 4×4.

For those of you that do not know Houston and Houston traffic.  Try and imagine 6 million people driving the roads together at the same time.

Anyways…

I am talking to Jeff the other morning and I see a brand new shiny black Mustang with paper plates.  The driver of the Mustang is knock-down gorgeous.  I pass the Mustang and we both smile at each other… (well, I smile really big and cheesy and she just gives me a quick smirk).  I am talking to Jeff and tell him about her.  I learn that Jeff is only an exit north of me.

We keep driving.  The Mustang pulls away in the front.

I here Jeff scream a few minutes later and says, “I see the Mustang.. I’m slowing down to get a look at the girl.”

The next sound I hear is a huge yell from Jeff saying, “DUDE that’s a guy!!!”

I try and settle Jeff down but he is off to the races with this news.  Jeff honestly laughed so hard that I could not understand what he was saying.  I had to hang up because he would not stop laughing.

Thanks, Chick in the Mustang…  Or was she a guy?

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.

knee

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.

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