As the first born and only boy I was desperate for someone to play with. I soon realized that I needed some siblings (teamates) to spend time with (retrieve soccer balls) on those lonely afternoons. Then my younger sisters (goalie, back-up goalie, and defender) were born and I found myself spending all of my free time (all day) instructing them (holding mandatory practices) on the finer points of soccer (when it was safe to cross the street to retreive the ball). Even to this day they smile (shake involuntarily) whenever we reminice about all of the fun (mandatory fun) we had on those golden (eternal) afternoons. Below is a video of a boy in need of a team much like I was. In fact it is so similiar to my childhood story I could probably (plan to) sue.
Max. The Basement's Greeter.
"all visitors are subject to sniffing"
2 comments:
priceless... that is all I can say. He even looks like you.
Holy moly! What a great video! Ya know... I don't have a hard time (at all) imagining the situation you described. In fact, isn't that pretty much how you operate now too? ;)
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