Pastor A

Today is a very sad day for me! I have watched Jonathan play soccer since he was three years old. He joined his first team at the mature age of four. I have missed very few of his games throughout his eighteen years. There have been so many memories – critical goals, injuries, yellow cards, celebrations, championships, losses, travel, unique uniforms, evolution of equipment, etc.

Today is Jonathan’s last game and he will not get to play in this game. Jonathan received two yellow cards in his last game for aggressive play and that has resulted in a one-game penalty, which just happens to be his last game. By the way, there are no sour grapes and complaints about Jonathan’s yellow cards. The first was definitely legit and the second was marginal but not worthy of any serious argument or disagreement. As a father this pains me; however, as a soccer fan I know that it is absolutely the right decision for Coach Coates and Athletic Director, Mr. Tvrdy for Jonathan to sit the bench and cheer for his teammates.

I have been able for twenty years to live vicariously through Benjamin and Jonathan on the soccer field. I think soccer is the greatest game to play (not necessarily watch) in this entire world. Both of my sons have provided terrific memories.

I am proud of Jonathan, in particular, for his effort this year. His team is young and have been trounced repeatedly with embarrassing scores; yet, the team has held their head high. Our 2-A school has played 4-A and 5-A schools all season. They have been bigger, stronger, and more experienced. In the games that we have competed it has been fun and exciting to watch. The maturation of this team throughout the year has taken place. They will be very good in two years and will provide acceptable competition against schools that we have no business even playing.

However, this year I’ve watched Jonathan also grow as a leader on the field and even down 7-8-9 nothing in a game, never quit. He has played hard all season. There is much DNA that has been left on the different fields with his bloody knees. Even after a couple discouraging thrashings by an opponent, Jonathan was ready to play the next game. I appreciate his character and willingness to fight for his team as the captain. So, as a father, there is sadness today, but I’m so proud of him as a son.

Jonathan, you have provided me so many memories. Thank You!