After these past several years of watching my boy play sports, if he doesn't have any sports to watch, I feel sort of lost sometimes. It's strange, but before you have kids, it seems like it'd be a drag to haul your kids to a zillion practices and games.
The boy has been involved in sports since he "played soccer" at age 3. I volunteered to coach his team. The way I volunteered was on the first day of practice, a kid from the Y asked if I "wouldn't mind helping out coaching a little bit."
I said, sure, but emphasized that I never played soccer and wasn't entirely sure if it was the one with the black and white polka-dot ball or the one with an orange ball and a hoop. From that point forward, I was the head coach.
We've done soccer, swimming, football, baseball, basketball, hockey and karate. In the end, we've settled on the three major sports: football, baseball and basketball, plus a season of swimming in the Summer.
I really look forward to taking my son to these events and practices. I got a little lost when I saw that his rec team has no games scheduled for this weekend. However, he's got a tournament with his travel team on the schedule! So, I don't have to wonder what to do with myself all weekend.
Sometimes I wonder what I'll do once the boy is out of the house and out on his own. Throw myself into my work? Volunteer for some worthy cause somewhere? I don't know. I just know it'll leave a vacuum. I know that I'll have to find something else to do. I'll probably be that old man who shows up to the senior center every day for a cup of coffee to chat up anybody who is willing to sit down and talk.
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