He didn't want to sign up for soccer last summer. Chris and I all but forced the poor guy to play because we thought he would enjoy it. He hated going to practice at first, and then. .. Something clicked.
As I watch him play, I marvel at how tough he can be. Brendan knows his job (mostly) and does it well. He hustles down the field, controls the ball, and outruns most other players.
Brendan played in the snow last Saturday-- yes, the snow! And he didn't complain much to us about it. The biggest whiners that day were the parents who were sitting under layers of blankets on the sidelines.
While he doesn't get a goal every game, he is always a big playmaker, making awesome defensive blocks or great passes.
I am so proud of his hustle out there. Three more games to go in the season.
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B looks so grown up in his soccer uni and red cheeks. And aren't you so brave to be out there freezing to death during his games. :) I told mom the other day, "Aren't you so glad that we only ran cross country in fall?" She didn't have to suffer in the snow too much.
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