Fricking Bag Toss

One of us was playing bag toss, saw an expertly-released beanbag flying toward its target hole in a wooden box for the win, hates to lose, tried to kick the aforementioned beanbag off course, made contact with the corner of the wooden box first, can barely walk, and sent us to the urgent care…2 days before soccer tryouts.

The other one of us is fairly pissed off.

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Ugh.

I don’t think many people would argue that Livi is a very effective player on the field. Raw technically still, but athletic, quick, hard working, aggressive, and tough. She also had the stats to back her up, finishing 3rd in total goals and 3rd in overall points last season.

But she’s the coach’s kid. And the coach is going to be part of some very tough roster decisions in a few days.

It’s the perception here.

In reality, all 18 of these girls have been going through a tryout for the last 11 months. No one is all of a sudden going to do something in 2 x 90-min tryout sessions that’s going to trump what they’ve been doing with me since last August.

But I so want to avoid opening the door to any complaints from disappointed, angry families that their kid wasn’t named to the roster and the coach’s kid didn’t even tryout.

I go out of my way to make sure that I don’t favor Livi in any way. In fact, this probably works against my own kid in many ways.

But this all means nothing when emotions come to the forefront after bad news.

Sigh.

Luckily, Livi’s foot is not broken. The kid desperately wants to play and participate in tryouts, but we’ll see how she feels. It looks real doubtful.