For The Record- 02. November. 2024

I'm like an opening band for the sun

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KA~

Earlier this week marked the two-year anniversary of the greatest soccer game I have ever been to.

I have been to US national team games and MLS matches. I've lost my voice (at least) three times, cheering on the Timbers against the Sounders. I've had beer dumped on me at Solider Field by Honduras fans. Games in the snow. In searing heat. None of this is to brag, only to say that I've spent a considerable chunk of this one wild and precious life on the field, on the sidelines, or in the stands.

And then there are my kid's games. At this point, I think I know where every park in the lower half of Wisconsin is. Nearest Kwik Trip? I got you. I can't make it across Madison without GPS, but ask me to get to some obscure field 70 miles away, and I'm on it. There were entire years when my car never didn't have a pair of cleats in it. It smelled every bit as good as you think it might have.

There are a bazillion parenting books out there. The revenue has to rival the GDP of several small island nations. It's an incredible racket. There are all kinds of fun terms: gentle parenting, feral kids, etc.