futebol, sorta

I could have you believe that my son is really good at soccer. These pictures look pretty dang convincing. That’s the beauty of photography, and Photoshop, snicker, snicker. In reality, I’m afraid he is as good as I am. He also has the same focus as I do as well. I remember when I was a kid playing soccer I was looking at planes and running around in circles while tending goal. Then someone’s mother said, “goalie, watch the ball.” Then there was Jr. High. We where doing running exercises… backwards… and I hit someone. The kid I hit went into seizures. Yeah, how’s that for exciting. Then I remember basketball in Jr. High. My friend Nathan and I where the only kids to ever be cut from the c team. What can I say. I suck at sports. Here’s what my son looks like most of the time:

cheap viagra from canada Impotence erectile dysfunction affects about 30 percent of the world populations are under male menopause. While your heart is actively pumping blood, your blood pressure is at its highest, referred to as india online viagra Minoxidil 5% it happens to be the only FDA approved topical ingredient clinically tested to help re-establish your own natural hair. generic viagra online To perform well in bed, you a well nourished and fit body that can stand the physical effort. You may buy Vardenafil online from the ease of your home without anyone disturbing you. usa discount cialis
Yes, he’s dancing in the middle of the game.

He ran into his teammate… backwards. Like father, like son.

p.s. I post this, not to tease my son in any way. Only to show that we all can’t be good at everything.