This weekend my wife Cathy and I took my middle son Joe up to Mass. to play in a soccer tournament on saturday on sunday.
It was hot, and there was a lot of waiting, and the games were fun but short, and the hotel was okay, and the gas was expensive.
I got a sunburn.
I hate soccer tournaments.
I hate all sports tournaments that involve weekends far away with lots of waiting and expensive gas.
So why do we do it?
Because Joe is going to become a professional soccer player.
Okay, fine, he’s not. I guess the real reason we do it is because everyone else does. Boy, what a lousy reason, huh?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go sign him up for SAT tutoring.