It’s tournament time for high school soccer. It’s the only sport I played growing up and stopped at age 51. I also spent 40 years coaching at different levels, so I guess you could call me “avid.”
There were three games last night and I had to choose. My alma mata was playing, one of the schools I coached and a really good local team. I chose the really good team to ride my bike to watch, Dartmouth High, and wasn’t disappointed.
At the half it was 3-0 and early in the second 40, Dartmouth got their fourth. I was feeling the beginnings of rain coming on and decided to leave early for the 7 mile ride home. I got a little wet but not bad. Riding through the city I could see driver eyeing me and couldn’t help wondering if they were envious of me riding in the soft rain on a mild evening , or thinking, “oh that poor guy. He must have lost his drivers license.”