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April 25, 2007 at 12:30pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

After a rough evening Monday night, Robbie and I had a great boys night yesterday. While The Missus was away, we got all sorts of playing in. Most fun for dad was watching Robbie really try to walk from A to B rather than always dropping to the floor and crawling. It was also a hoot seeing how much Robbie thrives on praise. His face lights up when he knows he is going to receive applause or a big hug. (Think he’ll still do that when he’s 16?) I can hardly believe he’ll already be one year next month. Time flies!

A Long Cry

April 24, 2007 at 12:30pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I think Robert may have broken a record last night. He cried for a good hour and twenty minutes. We tried various techniques to figure out what was wrong/get him to stop crying, but nothing seemed to help. Finally I just plopped down on the couch with him and we watched Family Guy together. Apparently he finds Family Guy boring because he was out within five minutes. I let him lay on my chest for ten or fifteen more minutes, and then I put him to bed.

I hate (seemingly) random crying. It can really make a guy feel like a crappy parent. That usually isn’t true, of course. Sometimes babies cry for no reason, and sometimes babies cry for a reason that you just can’t figure out. Unfortunately, knowing that doesn’t make it any easier to look into a hysterical child’s eyes.

One of These Days They’ll Tell Me to Stay Away

April 22, 2007 at 5:30pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I’m starting to think that the Lincoln East soccer teams are going to ask that I never again referee one of their matches. In the past three years, I have been the center referee in four games that ended in East being upset (two boys matches, two girls matches). The boys team was the latest victim of the Wilson curse when they fell to Kearney 3-0 yesterday. The girls team also lost yesterday, to North Platte, but I had nothing to do with that game.

The boys game was a very fun match to be a part of. It featured two very talented teams, both of whom should have a chance to work their way through the state tournament in a couple weeks. It was a clean, hard-fought match, and the players kept it clean throughout almost without exception. Best of all, it was the sort of game where I was pretty much able to stay out of the way. I only called four or five fouls in the first half, and I think I ended up below twenty for the game. The final score looks a bit like a blowout, but don’t read too much into it. As far as I could tell the two teams were pretty evenly matched. Kearney won yesterday, and they earned the victory. But if those two teams were to play ten times this season, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if they went 5-5.

Unfortunately, the Journal Star once again missed out on covering a good game. For that matter, they didn’t cover any local high school soccer matches yesterday. I didn’t see any TV cameras either. Bummer.

It seems weird that next week is already District Tournament time. Before then, I’ll be a part of three more big-time matches this week, each one of which could have serious implications for the participating teams’ seasons. Then next week I have accepted contracts for six District matches, including a center on a final. After that, I’m hoping that my assessments from the regular season and District Tournament are enough to get me some matches at the State Tournament. And as always, I would love to get a center on a State final. I came close last year, but no dice. Will this be the year?

We Must Look Friendly

April 19, 2007 at 12:25pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

The Missus, Robbie and I must look very approachable. After our dinner at Lazlo’s last night we grabbed some ice cream at Ivanna Cone, and then we headed for the small park north of the Train Station where we sat in front of the brick mural. We must have looked picturesque because a woman asked if she could take our photograph. Well, sort of. She asked if we would mind being in the background of a photo she was taking for her nephew’s Flat Stanley project. We said sure. Well, The Missus and I said sure. Robbie said “Give me more of your caramel shake right now!”

A few minutes later as we were walking back to our car, a young couple in a Duncan Aviation vehicle stopped and asked us for directions to Fireworks. The woman had a tourist map in her lap, so I assume they had read about Fireworks on the map and decided to give it a try. I broke it to them that Fireworks had bolted for more suburban pastures, but that Lazlo’s was owned by the same folks and would be a good substitute.

It’s interesting to observe who asks whom for directions and other related help. I know when I’m lost I look for certain characteristics in the people I choose to ask for help. I also pay attention to people who look lost as they look around for somebody to assist them. (You’ll see these people Downtown all the time if you look for them.) If I’m in a grouchy mood or in a hurry, their eyes skip right over me. But if I make eye contact, offer a little smile, and cock my head just a bit (that’s the part that asks “Can I help you?”) they scoot right over. Last night I didn’t do any of those things; in fact, the people came up from behind us. I think they just figured that happy family with ice cream = likely to be helpful.

Good Call, Ref

April 18, 2007 at 12:20pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Sometimes when I prepare to show a player a red card, my mind starts to race. Did that really happen? Did I actually see what I thought I saw? Was I in position? Does this player really deserve to sit out the rest of this match and the entirety of the next match?

Those questions came to mind last night as I reached for the red card in my back pocket. Then, when I drew it out and held it high in the air, the player smirked.

Good call, ref.

Bird Signs

April 2, 2007 at 12:30pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Back in school I remember reading about the use of birds in mythology to portend doom. I may be in big trouble, if the two dead birds lying side-by-side outside my office’s front door are any indication. That’s just what I need after a long day on the soccer field yesterday.

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