I admire this kid's attitude, actually. Here's how his mom starts off:
As the days of soccer season dwindle to a precious few, so does my scant life as a soccer mom. Actually, it's already ended, lasting about as long as Ernest Hemingway's Francis Macomber's happy life.
Earlier this year, my son announced his intention to play soccer for the overpopulated urban high school he would be attending in the fall.
"But you don't play soccer," I said, and not only did my kid not play soccer but he would be going to school with about a zillion kids who had been playing since they were practically toddlers.
Read what happens here.