Friday, November 5, 2010

My Pink Pixie

Isabelle gives her father much to be proud of.  The best things in life are, unlike Conan's claims, the hugs of a happy daughter and the pride of watching her angle across the field to smoothly steal the ball from the opposing team and dribble downfield, passing or taking the shot herself, as the situation warrants.

It has been my distinct pleasure to coach her and six other girls this year.  The team, dubbed the Pink Pixies, had a shaky start, but showed what training and a desire to learn can bring.

As you can see, she's here to score goals and chew bubblegum, and she's all out of bubblegum:

And don't get me started on her academics.  I about blubbered in the parent-teacher conference this year.


  1. The gentler side of the Ranting Griffin! So, they allow sports in norcal?

  2. They allow me to coach, even! Muhahahaha!

  3. She's gorgeous! I hope you're practicing your "I will chomp your soul into mush if you touch my daughter" glare for a few years from now. She's a beauty.

    My oldest played soccer, but I had such little understanding of the game. Once I shouted, "why are you stopping? Just keep going!" and then I later found out that she wasn't supposed to cross the line? I still don't know what that was all about. I just learned to yell, "yay!" when the ball went in or when everyone else was cheering. So, I think it's pretty fab that you're coaching the whole team. She's a lucky kid to have you.