It's soccer season in Trenton and I love it.
There's no doubt in my mind that soccer is the greatest sport on the planet. Boys, girls, men and women from the poorest parts of Africa to the wealthiest areas of Europe and North America can all play this game. It's a universal sport and the world goes crazy whenever there's a big game.
My son played for two years, and even though he's not big on sports, he did enjoy himself. I remember his very first game, he scored a goal, it was a thing of beauty and I'll never forget it. We had to wait until his very last game before he scored another. That's two goals, which is two more than I ever scored. His brilliant house league career ended after that game and he walked off the field and never looked back. I guess sports was never his thing, but I will admit that I lived vicariously through him for a while.
Even though Malcolm doesn't play any more, I still enjoy going down to the fields on Saturday mornings and watching kids play. Sometimes Malcolm comes along with me, and even though he's only 17, I'm sure it brings back some memories for him, I know it does for me. I even enjoy watching the little kids chasing after the ball in a pack. There's always one kid who's head and shoulders above the rest and seems to be a magnet for the ball. Maybe somewhere on that field the future Pele or Johan Cruyff is learning the trade. One can always hope, I'd love to see Canada produce a player like that. Until then I'll just have to settle for nil nil draws with the likes of Belize and Guatamala.
The fields are green, summer is right around the corner and the kids are staring out the windows from their classrooms. It's soccer season in Trenton and life doesn't get much better than this.