The Boy looks at me with doubt in his eyes.
“I think we’re wasting our time,” he says.
We’re standing in the driveway — The Boy (more a man than a boy, really) and me — on a cool, crisp, sunny Sunday. Soccer practice is set for 10 a.m. (thank you time change) and we’re about to head out.
There’s only one large problem. The gear. As coach of the U17 Darlington Bravehearts, I have three large bags of balls (10 balls in each), pinnies, pylons and two pug nets to haul to each practice.
“Why don’t we just take the minivan?” asks The Boy, logically.
Yes, we are a minivan family. It’s practically law (or it should be) that you require a minivan if you coach soccer. I have hauled up to six players at a time — balls and bags included — to games and practices.
I explain to The Boy the method behind my madness. Just how well would the Accent fare if pressed into soccer duty?
He still seems skeptical.
We lift up the hatch and The Boy folds down the rear seats. They don’t lie completely flat but it’s not so bad.
In goes the first ball bag. No problem.
Ditto the second.
Wow. It took the third one as well.
The rest of it is shoved into various nooks and crannies, the pug nets squeeze in flat atop the bags, and the hatch comes down.