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Another Soccer Game

Back to North Port to see Michael play another soccer game. This is a sports complex where many many many teams play at the same time. You may have 10 matches going on at once. He alternates between 10:00 am and 11:00 am each Saturday. I'm no soccer fan, indeed quite the opposite, but it is evident that these tykes need much practise and it becomes apparent why all players use shin guards. To say it is a "cluster" is insulting to organized clusters. And that is why it is so fun to watch. Coaches scream instructions which generally go unheard or unheeded. Kids kick with wanton abandon, and balls fly without direction. They flail with hope that the ball will go to the net and on occasion, it will. It is truly the "blind squirrel" factor...



...except for Michael, of course, whose talent and abilities far outshine his teammates or competitors.


I saw this fellow pedaling his bike and child-cart on the sidewalk after the match. You see these all over the place and on the bike path as well, and I like to see the kids nestled inside who are usually asleep. At the stop light I got a chance to see the little darling,and to my surprise...




...it wasn't a little darling as much as it was a little doggie. You can see a dark nose protruding out the front. I admire anyone who takes the time in this heat to take Fido for a little ride in his own little pet cart.


This little guy is Logan who bummed a ride to Target, along with Lindsay and Miss Alhanna. Logan is at the perfect age when everything is fun.



Michael, number 9, comes into view from the left.


On the way back we stopped at Anna Marie Island, just off the coast of Bradenton, to check it out. Andrea from Burgess had mentioned it in a conversation once and we were curious.

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