Not your average soccer practice

My dad coached all of us nine kids in every sport we played. He says he never saw anything like it before. 9 kids, 3 different sports, for let’s say 15 years. That could be what, 30 different teams? 30 teams times an average of 12 kids per team equals 360 kids. My numbers are probably off, but not by much. If they are off they are under the real number of kids that he has coached, and yet he has never seen or heard of anything like what I went through at my first Soccer practice.

I had the typical kids not paying attention. I had the tears from being kicked in the shin. I had the questions from out of nowhere. I had the attention deficit issues that most 5-6 year olds have. I would be teaching the kids the goalie position and say, “Does anyone have any questions?” I had a kid raise his hand and say, “My sister pinched me today!”
Why he felt the need to tell me that at, at that particular time is beyond me, but that is what coaches deal with. None of that bothers me, actually I get a kick out of it. But I had one kid do the ultimate.

I had two lines going. We were doing a shooting drill. The kids were to dribble through the cones, and then shoot the ball when they got to the line. Things were moving smoothly until I heard, “EEEEEW Stop Peeing on me!” I turned my head and there was one little kid with his pants down peeing in the middle of the field. What is a coach to do there? How do you stop that? What do you say? How do you react, and what the hell was this kid thinking? I said, “Alright, practice is over.” This is going to be a fun season.