As the skies began to darken this afternoon, I felt confident Maxine’s soccer game would be called off. By the time we made it to the field, ominous clouds hung close overhead and the wind began to pick up. As soon as the ball was in play, a steady rain had begun to fall.
Our small umbrellas were meager defenses against the slanting rain, and when the halftime whistle blew, we scampered to the car. Chris was still wearing shorts and elected to stay in the car, but I headed back out and found a bit of shelter under a playground canopy, located directly behind the opposing team’s goal.
The girls were all pretty soaked, but kept at it. The game was tied 2-2 with just a couple more minutes to go. All of a sudden, a wide space opened up between Maxine and the goal, and the ball passed right in front of her. She seized the moment and sent that ball right into the net. I jumped to my feet and cheered something fierce. This was a big deal because this was her second goal of her life.
It wasn’t the most comfortable game I’ve been to, but definitely one worth enduring a little wind and rain.
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