This past Thursday was a big day in sports here at the Hudson household. Carter is finally old enough to join his big brother in sports. Yeah for organizations that let three year old's play.
Carter had so much fun and really listened to his coaches. Afterwards we were walking towards Bryson's soccer practice and he said "That was really good soccer!" I do have to say he looked awfully cute in his soccer outfit.
Bryson's practice on the other hand didn't go so well. We are going to see about having him switched to another team or coach ourselves. The coach that was out there coaching them really wasn't doing that. She would tell the kids to turn around and close their eyes and then she would throw the balls out and then tell the kids to go get them. If the five and six year old's weren't listening to her as she was lining them up she would make them run. She then told the kids to dribble the ball to each other while running to the goal but she yelled at them "Don't be a ball hog!". Some of these kids have never even played and don't know what dribbling is. She wasn't teaching them anything. I hate to be the parent that calls and complains about the coaching, but Joe and I have taught this age group and realize how crucial it is to teach the kids the basics and fundamentals. I would hate to have to pull him out, but I am not going to stand by and watch him gofer balls.
I was pretty upset and didn't take any pictures of his team, though I am hoping it won't be his team much longer.