This Sat. was the debut for Stacey III's soccer team - the Roadrunners!! Obviously, based on the picture below he is not the first in this family to take on the game of soccer.
I'm not sure if the ribbons or the pink Velcro Care-Bear tennis shoes better convey my obvious love for the game. Both clearly make the statement, I'm not just here to party, I'm here to play. It's rumored that this picture is the only time I ever actually made contact with the ball during my first and only soccer season. But I distinctly remember being undefeated and getting a sizable trophy so clearly I, the rest of the A-Team, and my super short shorts did just fine. And if the team had needed someone to lead them in a Care Bear Stare, I was right there waiting in the wings.
We're hoping III inherited Daddy's serious soccer skills, but looks like the Roadrunners and the A-team have one thing in common...baby blue!
I could have just eaten up this little soccer stud!
The coach is pretty cute too! I do have to say my man is doing a fantastic job leading this precious team. He stepped in to coach this orphan team last minute and I couldn't be prouder of him.
Yes, we all wore baby blue, I know we're nerds.
This joyful picture of my three favorite guys was taken before Wyatt (AKA best little brother ever) was faced with the reality that he in fact is not on the team - crushing blow to a 2 1/2 year old who up until game time thought he was the roadrunners best player.
Luckily Aunt Cassie and some fruit snacks were waiting on the sidelines.
As well as a few other faithful fans.
Warming up.
Game time. Ronaldinho may have met his match.
They don't keep score just yet, but it doesn't take a mathematician to know we came up a little short of the Sharks. But this crew could have cared less. One, Two, Three, Roadrunners!
Ah the sweet taste of victory, I mean good sportsmanship.
Stacey, you did a GREAT job at your first soccer game. Your shoes alone showed me up from the get go and if the whispers are true then you've also already managed to make more contact with the ball in one game than I did in one season. But, regardless of weather you turn out to be a flower picker like Mommy, or a club soccer rat like Daddy, we're so proud of you. GO ROADRUNNERS!