Football practice started this Saturday (that's soccer for all you nose-picking yahoos out there). Having already developed a bit of expertise in the area of kicking, I soon expect to be joining the ranks of legends such as Pele, Maradonna and Escobar (minus the own goal and the getting killed).
The last thing you want to do on the first day of practice is pull a hamstring. Coach had us engaged in a rigorous stretching regimen that involved reaching up...

And touching the toes.

Presto, ready to play.

I was all amped up to scrimmage, but Coach said we had to do some lame-o drills before we could start mixing it up. So I waited patiently...

...lined up my shot...

...blew past the defense, and...

Gooooooalagoalagoalagoalagoala!!!!! Nothing but net.

Much to my dismay, I'm the shortest, scrawniest 3 year-old out there. Hopefully, I'll also be the scrappiest. I promise more action shots in the next few weeks-- the photographic kind, not the Escobar kind.