What a normal assumption! But, alas, no. Sam doesn't play soccer. What's more, he has never lived in a town that even OFFERS soccer.
Hmm. So why was he wearing tall black socks?? Another good question. And this is where the grandparents enter the story.
Of course I know grandparents love their grandkids. I mean, that's just what they do. But sometimes, when you see it in action, you realize HOW MUCH they love them (and how cookoo they can get over them). (I know that may or may not be a word and that it may or may not be spelled correctly.)
Ok, back to Sam. One day when he was probably 3-maybe 4-he told my parents he wished he had a soccer uniform. Honestly, he was at the age where he wished he had everything he saw. He wished for a helicopter. And a 4 wheeler. And play dough. And a pillow pet. That's what kids do, right? Want everything they see?
So this particular day, his wish was heard out loud by the grandparents. (side note: he has since learned that the grandparents can be, ahem,
So what does any loving grandparent do? Why...run out and buy Sam a soccer uniform, of course! And by uniform, I mean....shorts, a jersey with his name and a number printed on the back, tall socks, shin guards, cleats...the whole nine.
|Sam with my parents at his first Ole Miss football game, October 2005|