This year I've bought into a season ticket package with some other guys to go to Philadelphia Eagles football games. I went to a couple of games last year with them, and it was a good time, so I was enthusiastic when they offered the opportunity to join them for the rest of the season.
As part of the season ticket package, there are tickets to home pre-season games. Typically these games are on Thursday night, which makes them difficult to schedule to attend. Combined with the fact that the big name players don't play, there isn't a big demand in our group for these tickets. As a result, I requested all four of our tickets for the Jets game, and took Berta and the kids.
Over the summer, I signed up Abby for GEYA Soccer, based on the appeal of her experience in their spring soccer program, which she really enjoyed. I didn't realize what we'd ultimately be getting into.
The fall soccer season is apparently not a popular one among "sporty" types. The sporty kids seem to rotate their sport experience each season. I'm not sure what the girls play in the fall, but they seem to leave the soccer field either for other sports or for other pursuits. A similar thing happens to the boys soccer program in the fall, since a good number of boys leave the soccer program to participate in fall football. The end result is that not enough players were signed up for fall soccer to have separate leagues for boys and girls at Abby's age group, and so the leagues combined for co-ed teams.
We had burgers for dinner last night, and got into a conversation about hamburgers and their names, in general; how a hamburger isn't made of ham, and so a burger made with bear meat (for example) could, in fact, not necessarily be called a "bearburger".
During this conversation, somehow the trademark name of a burger came up in topic: The Quarter Pounder.
Today was Abby's second soccer game. Ever. She's almost 12 (her next soccer game is next week, on her birthday) and she's not played any organized team sports before this year.
The league is organized through Glenmoore Eagle Youth Association (GEYA) which offers a bunch of sports in our area, similar to LYA when I was a kid. The league is for girls in grades 6-8, at which Abby is in the lower end. The coaches are very friendly, and they've been very supportive of Abby and all the girls playing on her team who are not as experienced as some of the other players.
On a whim and a wish to watch something with the kids that was not yet another animated film (not that I dislike them, but they seem all that the kids will tolerate in entirely) I threw in a copy of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I’m not sure I expected them to really watch the whole thing, but being that Indiana Jones was a favorite of mine over the years, I had hoped they would enjoy it as much as I do. As it turns out, my hopes have come true.
Tonight when we were out to dinner, I suggested to Abby that we pop some corn and watch another Indiana Jones movie. Her eyes flew wide open in shock, as she was surprised to learn that there was another movie!
