Soccer Baby?

If you know Chris, you know soccer is a big part of his (and subsequently, my) life. He even surprised me two summers ago and signed me up to play on his co-ed league. It was an interesting conversation that went something like:

• Chris: What are you doing tomorrow (Saturday)?
• Roxi: Watching your soccer game - why?
• Chris: Actually, you're playing in the soccer game... I registered you.
• Silence...
• Roxi: Er... huh?

Given I'd literally never played, it was a bit of pressure. The next day brought near 90-degree temperatures with almost 70% humidty. To boot, I was the only girl that showed up and since co-ed teams require 3 ladies on the field at all times, I was getting no substitute. Dang. I think it went as well as possible, considering the details. I even got an assist in that game.

I digress... back to Chris. Having started his "career" in the sport at four years young, it's no surprise he's mildly obsessed. He played from the time he laced up his kicks with his pre-school playmates to his tenure at Coe College with fellow players from around the country, and continues his dedication Des Moines-based "over the hill" leagues year-round. What is also not surprising is Chris's mom's (Becky) recollection of being pregnant with Chris. Two key takeaways:

1. When he kicked (in the womb), she could grab his foot/leg.
2. When he was born, he had calf muscles because of that frequent kicking habit.

One word: Ouch.

It is with this in mind that I share with you a video Becky sent that could be indicative of what may happen when I'm sitting on the sidelines of Chris's outdoor games this summer. And if it's up to Chris, nothing could be more perfect!