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.
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