g soccer
baseball is garrett's second sport. he liked to kick soccer balls when he was little. at 14 months we'd go to the park with the dad's group. and there'd be a group of older kids playing soccer. garrett would look at me. i'd say, you want to go play ball with the big kids? okay, but don't hurt em and give the ball back when they cry. the other dads would laugh. and i'd busy myself with dad stuff. i didn't need to watch what was going to happen. garrett would take a line on the kid with the ball, knife between them and be gone with it. if there was a goal set up he'd go score. then the game would change. one thing garrett likes better than soccer is keep away. a kid would take a line on him. he'd make a small kick one way. the kid would turn. g'd make a big kick the other way. the kid would turn half way around and fall down. g'd go running by squealing with delight. then they'd cry. and g would give the ball back. for a while. the dads would watch this with unblinking eyes and silent gaping mouths. me? i'd be humming the theme to superman.