At soccer tonight, Piper got to play goalie and actually blocked a shot. And I missed it. I had just turned my back on the game as I walked to the car to get my sweatshirt, when I heard, “Go Piper!” “Good job, Piper!” from behind me. I was there, but I fucking missed it. Next time I’ll just be cold.
by Julie Blue 
I once dropped my son off for an early Saturday morning little league game and drove off to get a coffee. When I got back the other dads told me what a great hit he had had! It was one of his first, if not his very first, line drive over the infielders heads, and I missed it, lol. Oh, we’ll. sometimes I still get the feeling he does better when I’m not there watching. Whudda Whudda Whudda Whudda whudda
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I complain about going, since her little brother doesn’t like to sit still for even a minute these days, but once I’m there I don’t want to miss a thing (like a first goal).
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