A representative from each team was called forward for the ceremonial glove drop. Being "Mighty Mites" and five years old, every child rushed forward for the glove drop. It was really a glove mob.
The horn blared and the first game began. Jamestown vs. Fredonia. No official score was kept, but the kids knew who won at the end of the game. They also knew the exact score, and who had made the goals.
Frequent line changes meant lots of time for everyone to play, and for everyone to hang out with buddies on the bench (Matt is #7).
The horn blared again, and the game was over. Everyone shook hands and left with a smile.
By the end of the second tournament day, some little guys are just worn out.
Everyone gets a medal. Everyone is proud of playing so hard. Smiles are everywhere.
A strong Daddy is appreciated for long walks back to the car.
When the little guy gets home, all he wants to do is ... play more hockey.
2 comments:
Awesome!
The hockey version of little-kid soccer :D
Julie
We start soccer this summer. I can't wait!
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