With Spongebob Squarepants and some bowls of sugary cereal easing their bedhead transition into the day, my kids have grown accustomed to the sight of me limping through the garage door after a pre-dawn training run or swim at the YMCA.
I guess my wife and I shouldnât complain about Allie and Calebâs hectic sports schedules, because weâre the ones who keep signing them up and writing the checks to feed the habit.
Fall soccer bleeds into basketball, which melts into spring soccer or baseball, which overlap with the weeknight swim clinics that help get our two children ready for the summer swim season. We look forwar…
My elementary-school soccer coach had a simple practice plan.He was the father of one of my St. Anthonyâs School classmates, a volunteer martyr with little knowledge of the sport but plenty of patience to put up with 10-year-oldsâ eye-rolls and sarcasm. So once a week, Mr. Gallagher rolled a ball out on the field, parked himself on the sideline for an hour and watched us scrimmage oursel…
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Lorenzo Perez, the father of two, writes about how he survives his kids' sports teams.