Russia and Kincaid.
Not much in common at first glance- until you sip a little vodka and reflect upon their singular talents. Now, presuming you-the reader- lack both contemplative time and a bottle of Absolut, I will save you the guess work: Both the former USSR and my first born boy are both one trick ponies.
Much like the Kvass motherland,
Kincaid's season featured zero passing, little defense, and absolutely no
teamwork: All Kincaid could do is dribble and score. In fairness, this is a
rather integral skill - albeit, an isolated one for my son.
Russia can relate. Their economy is
deplorable. Their weather is abysmal. Sochi was a embarrassment. I could go on and
will. "Siberia" - their
cold Hell is a testament to their failure at democracy. Their
"terrorists" actually elicit international sympathy. And -"Let's try that new
little Russian bistro- Their cabbage bisque is supposedly divine." said no one ever. No one. Ever.
However, they do invade small
nations with imperious aplomb. The import of this should not be understated.
I could enumerate more plausible
parallels between the Soviets and my son- but I will spare you my political
rantings and him- the association with the KGB crew. ....Okay, one more
thing- Let's be honest- my greatest disappointment is not so much with Putin- since
I think we can all agree that his unsmiling face was made for mocking the
sovereignty of vulnerable states. Yet,
there was a sweeter, more obdurate era when such tyranny was not tolerated. Reagan,
my dear readers, would never abide such aggressive acts of war. Never. Granted,
Sochi was embarrassing for Russia. But Oval Office passivity is a far greater
embarrassment for us. I digress.
Back to Kincaid. Three seasons of
soccer later, after three intimidating teams, ("Spinner Dolphins,"
"Mighty Monkeys" and "Pink and Blue Tigers") Kincaid is retiring
his three silver and black jerseys and one pair of Lightning McQueen cleats. Not
forever- but for now. Hawaii soccer has revealed a singular impressive skill
that we hope will develop into more "no 'I' in team" like abilities.
Until then, we bid a bittersweet farewell to
the scoreless games and participation medals, under bright blue skies on sultry
December Saturdays-where Cliff bars and organic drinks sustain loping four year-olds who pose for overpriced team pictures where Caid is the minority and is
also picking his nose.
Likewise, I would strongly encourage
Mother Russia to retire their "Invaders" babushka and find a new
trick.
#Cruz-Rubio2014
#SavetheUkraine #Gipperforever #Canyouhashtagablog? 
1 comment:
Loved this post. Only you could make me laugh about Russia.... And, as far as Caid goes, I can't wait to squeeze his little cheeks ... just a little while longer:)
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