I just watched the only all-girl team at this tournament: six fourth-grade girls. Although their youth and inexperience was evident, I thought they did remarkably well for fourth-graders. And they were having fun, as is every kid I’ve seen here.
I felt simultaneously nostalgic and enervated this morning as I drove down a dark, deserted Greenway, music blasting. It reminded me both of many such tournaments past and of taking Katie to her early-morning hockey games. Special times, much missed.