So my mom and I went over to my grandma's house for dinner tonight. She told us that my uncle Kirk has been kicked out of our town's soccer association. Not only was it for no reason whatsoever, kicking someone in my family out of the soccer association, in our town, is like giving the finger to the Queen of England. Why?
Well, my grandpa actually brought soccer to our town. He organized the first high school teams, he built the soccer association, he got new fields, he coached several teams. He basically did everything you could imagine. He was the kind of man who would pay for kids to participate in soccer if he knew they wanted to and their families didn't have the money. He's such a big deal that it's been 15 years since he died and there's still a Memorial Tournament held every year in his name. My uncle has continued that. He's been a part of soccer in this town since he was a teenager. He did free environmental work to set up new land for a new soccer complex, on top of going to dozens of meetings . He's coached countless teams. Just like my grandpa, he's done everything one man possibly could to help take care of soccer teams in this town.
Then, some new jerk comes in two years ago, works his way up to president of the soccer association, and the second his precious little boy doesn't make the team that he wants, he decides to kick out my uncle! It might be a little easier to understand if my uncle had actually done something wrong, but no.
Agh, my whole family is fuming over this. Apparently, the jerk who's done this is the owner of the local Dairy Queen. So a bunch of people are boycotting that. And my mom had a craving for ice cream, so we went and bought a tub of it at the store for the first time in ages. It was so weird. But tasty.
Okay, I just wanted to tell that story.
P.S. HOLY CRAP. It is still so weird to think that I'm going to be done with high school classes tomorrow! Just sayin'...