06/04/2026
Took my daughter to soccer practice yesterday and found out it was Parents vs. Kids scrimmage day.
Well… technically, my daughter knew. She just forgot to mention it to me. I’m pretty sure she expected me to get out there, embarrass myself, and become entertainment for the entire team.
The problem is I do CrossFit.
I’ve never played soccer in my life. Basketball was my sport. I showed up in work pants and with absolutely no game plan.
Next thing I know, I’m dribbling through a bunch of 12- and 13-year-olds and somehow put one in the back of the net.
Afterward, my daughter looked at me and said,
“Dad, how did you do all that? You’ve never played soccer!”
My answer:
“CrossFit, baby! We train for the unexpected.”
Today I’m sore. My back hurts. My calves are screaming. But seeing how proud she was afterward made it all worth it.
I have a feeling she’ll be walking into the next practice with her head held a little higher, making sure everyone remembers her dad scored a goal in work pants and recovery shoes.
As for my daughter…
The next time she tries to set me up, she’d better come with a stronger plan.
CrossFit has me prepared for random suffering. 😎