Futbol!

Baz went to football camp today for a tryout session (i.e. he's the one trying it out). Baz being Baz, he took time warming up to the new environment and basically refused to do the one thing that most people do at football camp, which is kick the ball.

But that doesn't mean he didn't have a good time, because he did. He'd listen intently when Coach Maricar or Coach Babbit would explain an exercise; he'd run with the other kids when they went to get water or out onto the field, and he'd hover in the vicinity of the ball whenever it was in play. Nor was he silent; he'd talk to Malou and I in between plays.



It was a wet afternoon, so Baz got to play in the rain and get a little muddy for a change. All the kids looked like they were really having fun, and with age ranges from what appeared to be a three year old girl, to a seven year old boy, it was a good mix.



Reminds me of when we watched the World Cup on TV last year: there was this one game where French team captain Zidane's teammates mobbed him after he had scored a major goal, and they were pointing to him excitedly, mouthing what appeared to be the exclamation, "You the man! You the man!" Baz enjoyed doing an impression of that, so today - and hopefully more so next week, when we play football again - my message to Baz is, "You the boy! You the boy!"