Monday, March 25, 2013

Splitting the Hairs of Victory...

I have a sports related question that has been bugging me for a bit and I sort of need an answer but the answer may be a matter of opinion.  I don't speak sports really well so I'm going to attempt to explain the situation to you and then I'm going to throw in a poll and see what the majority opinion is mmmkay?

Okay here are the facts that are in no way being disputed, you need to know them to answer the question:

A couple of weeks ago Skyler's soccer team was in a travel tournament.  There were five teams in their bracket.  The winner of the bracket was determined by points.  Each team was given 3 points for a win, 1 point for a tie, and 0 points for a loss.

Our Team (can I get a woot woot?):
1st game - 3 points
2nd game - 3 points
3rd game - 3 points

Other Team:
1st game - 1 point
2nd game - 1 point
3rd game - 3 points

So - going into the 4th and final game we had 9 points and they had 5.  Even if we lost the game, we won 1st place in the tournament.  Follow me so far?

We lost the game.  We earned 9 points.  They earned 8.  No arguments there.  Our girls got their first place medals, their girls got their second place medals.

Later one of the parents from the other team said "Well that's nice for your girls, but at least we're undefeated."

Aside from it being an assholeish thing to say which is soccer parenting 101, it's been rattling around in my brain and I can't quite see the logic, wouldn't by definition of not having won all their games and not having won the tournament indicate that they had been defeated?  According to the dictionary, to defeat is to overcome in battle, it doesn't say anything like "yeah well we didn't technically win in points but we didn't technically lose a game so we're undefeated"  Or in sports, must you actually lose a game or games, not tie, in order to be defeated? 

Was The Other Team UNdefeated?

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Death to DLS...

Daylight savings time can go die a slow firey death. I hate it with the passion of a thousand burning suns. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that we've all been a hot mess this week. Everyone is tired and irritated and grumpy. No one wants to get up in the morning but somehow we're all wide awake after dinner. I'd like to just stick with the natural progression of light that the tilting of the earth offers thankyouverymuch.

As I was posting pictures from outdoor soccer to FB last week, my Aunt Shelly commented "I thought you just celebrated the end of indoor soccer on Monday, don't you guys take a break" and the answer as you all know is "No". What would we do with ourselves if every single day of the week weren't somehow taken up with some form of soccer? Skyler has big plans for college, her current desire is to go to Yale because my friend Sarah went there and for some reason Skyler is enamored with the idea of this school. So this kid has got to get a soccer scholarship (I don't even know if Yale has a soccer team never mind whether they give scholarships).  She also plans to be on the Women's National Soccer Team, I'm not sure if that's a back-up to college or if Yale is a back-up to soccer, but she's got big plans.  She told Matt that she wasn't going to make the team if she didn't keep advancing.  Her idol is Abby Wambach

She has an Abby Wambach sweatshirt that her brother gave her that she wears, even to bed if I don't catch her first.  I have to confiscate it to throw it in the wash.

eating Indian food in her AW sweatshirt

AW shirt.  Missing AW shorts.
 She's pretty badass so it's not entirely unpossible (i know that isn't a word, it's internet speak peeps).


Coming for you

She'll go through you if she has to

Zack is playing goalkeeper and still loves it!  He's a joy to watch.  The parents all yell "ZACK SAYS NO" as he blocks the balls. 

His idol is Hope Solo which makes me proud.  I love that he can look to a woman as a leader in his sport.

So as much as I complain that I'm exhausted by Sunday, and that we have soccer on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays, we're all having a blast and for the nerdy readers like me out there, Malcolm Gladwell did say in The Outliers that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become an expert at anything (further broken out to be 20 hours per week for 10 years).  We have great soccer friends and family and I couldn't think of a better way to spend our time (someone remember to quote me when I'm bitching that I can't get to two soccer fields at the same time).  Now if only all that pesky shit like laundry and housecleaning and homework would do itself, we'd be golden. 

I leave you with this question.  How does a house get so damn filthy when we're only home and awake for a couple of hours a day?  Are there little filth gremlins racing around partying when we aren't home?
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