I’m a soccer dad, and a solid one at that. For years, I schlepped my kids to and from soccer practice. I attended all their games. I endured tournament weekends in the middle of nowhere. I even tried my hand at coaching a few seasons.
It’s not just about a dad watching his daughter and son play sports. I’ve also acquired a love for watching the game on TV. At any given moment, my DVR has matches queued up from La Ligua, Italian Serie A, English Premier, German Bundesliga. I know the names and characteristic motions of star players. I even revel at wonderful touches by unknowns, making me a soccer dad extraordinaire.
What soccer dad can top all that?
Turns out at least one soccer dad has taken the form to new heights. I recently met him drinking Guinness while I was sipping the best margarita recipe out in a bar. We were chatting about which teams would do well in the upcoming World Cup, when he said something that put me completely to shame as a lover of the beautiful game.
He’s flying to South Africa this summer so that he can attend FIFA World Cup 2010!
More than that – he’s been globe-trotting to World Cup Tournaments for decades!
I was beyond impressed. Here I thought sipping pinot noir in the Napa Valley during a break between games at one of my daughter’s club tourneys was boondoggle enough.
Super Soccer Dad said he puts aside $40 from each paycheck in his own personal World Cup fund. Every four years, he has $4000 at his disposal, to at least get him to the tournament. Buying tickets and finding places to stay is something he deals with once there. It’s part of the adventure.
But wait, there’s more – this year, Super Soccer Dad is flying his son with him to Johannesburg. Talk about a dadly maneuver!
And here I thought sneaking my son into the Jelly Belly factory during a break between games at one of his sister’s club tourneys was impressive enough.
I will say, Super Soccer Dad had one fault in his World Cup plans - he’s rooting for Brazil.
I like the Italy national team.
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