It's sport time It's sport time
The balls are all around
It's sport time It's sport time. . .
The Y is where we're found.
Wow. Spontaneous type of writing to primary songs.
Exciting.
Ty: Soccer. Why? Cause that's all these little tots can do bless their little hearts. Surprisingly enough he was dedicated and on that court running his heart out. He played hard, ran hard, and scored many a goal.
He is such a mellow jello I wasn't sure how it would come out, but alas, he is male and those males have something that triggers when they see a court, smell that lovely smell, and see the goals. He was a champion.
And of course for his pictures we couldn't find his other shin guard. I cared for about three minutes while crawling under the bed and removing futon cushions to search that darn shin guard. Then I realized I don't care at all and off Travis took them. Found it later that week in the laundry bin. Awesome.
Not sure why Corbyn looks like he is pain.
Corbyn was kind of unreal. His defense was strong and serious business. Those arms were straight up, those shoes were a squeakin. He has always been a powerhouse on defense. He has a coach that was the sort of man you just want to hug for being so on the ball, and so incredibly encouraging. He loved those kids, he was patient, he expected hard work and focus and that's precisely what he got. The kids went from weak dribblers to full on breakaways and layups. Very impressive. Very fun to watch. This little boy is a competitive creature. Look out sport world. Winning feeds his soul.








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