|Fynn scores a penalty shot against his friend Fabian|
Admittedly, it's been years - decades - since I took part in soccer camp, but visiting Fynn's camp last week brought back certain memories. First there were those from the days as a player at Culver, where we woke up to The Knack's "My Sharona" and Supertramp's "Breakfast in America". Then the memories of coaching at Benedictine High School returned, where we practiced at Byrd Park between the goose pond and the tennis courts. But one important thing was missing: the smell of grass.
The artificial turf was probably great to play on, especially after a rain or when it was really hot, and playing on an even field must be quite a nice feeling! But the olfactory sense was left out of the whole experience.
Fynn usually plays in goal at school. He likes the short-term challenge and perhaps the rush of adrenaline that goes along with being a goalie. The fact that he doesn't have to run as much and that he can tell us about the brilliant saves he made also factor into his decision.
So I was standing there on the sidelines taking pictures. No coach was telling them how to play because this was the final day (Fynn's birthday, by the way) and they were playing a little tournament. I saw Fynn standing in goal, but I wanted to see him play. I called him out of the goal and then coached him from the sidelines. He did very well.
And he realized that he also has a chance playing against the other boys his age.
When I showed up with my camera the first day, they asked me to take their group picture. Can you find Fynn and the two girls?