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Brick started soccer this year.

He loved it so much and is very sad that his final game was last night.

Just to make our lives less (more) complicated, he's playing in a different league (and different city) than our big boys.

Notice anything odd about the picture below?

He's one big boy.

He's eight years old and doesn't have a beard like the teenage ref,

but he still may be taller than the ref.

He was decidedly less experienced that most of his teammates, but that didn't keep him from scoring a bunch of goals during the season.

His approach to soccer is very amusing to me.

I guess I'm used to his big brothers who don't give the game much thought other than while they are playing.

Brick, on the other hand spends a lot of time thinking about it.

A few days before the game he starts asking me "which team they are playing, and what color their jerseys are and is the other team any good?"

He spent a good deal of time yesterday asking me "Why the season is so short?  Eight games is not enough!"

And, when he didn't know I could hear him, I heard him talking to himself saying, "I love soccer."

Why, yes, that is BLUE in his hair.

Some kind of end of season tradition, or so he says.

You're the best Brick!

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Did you mean "He's the best Brick"...like of all the other bricks you like him the best?

Or, did you mean, "you're the best, brick." Like he's the best.

just curious.

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