I recently found out a soccer mom brought bananas for an after-game team treat.
I know we live in a health-conscious world where everything must be politically correct and we shouldn't encourage unhealthy habits. But I don't care. Bananas?
When Emily played for the Pink Monkeys (later Tiramisu) Quinsippi Soccer League team, the treats were always the best part. Win or lose, it didn't matter. The big question on everybody's mind was .... "WHO BROUGHT TREATS?"
Later, this phrase was thought up by Emily's mother as the single greatest Gus Macker team name ever invented. But I digress.
Anyway, the mom handed out bananas and the dad hid behind a tree and the soccer team players, I'm told, sort of stared at the soccer mom in confused wonderment.
When Emily played and it was our turn to bring treats, Connie usually got out the chocolate chip cookies of doom and everybody was happy. Coaches included.
So. Soccer moms of the world? I'm not suggesting you bring Teeth Rot Cola or Artery Clog candy bars, but c'mon.