We journeyed to our first game tonight. Bryce ran after the ball, but he couldn't quite grasp the concept of keeping his eye on it and trying to keep it from the other team. In his defense, he was distracted by the sights and sounds--all new to him. His squealing upon scoring (theirs--not ours), however, revealed his inner bliss.
In the end, the experienced Second Baptist, evidently trying to rise above its name, came out first. What was the score? We stopped counting after the first half-dozen goals.
In the end, the experienced Second Baptist, evidently trying to rise above its name, came out first. What was the score? We stopped counting after the first half-dozen goals.
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