I am on a rant today about the neighbor kids who have been playing soccer in the street for days on end disturbing my peace and quiet. I have to use earplugs because they are so loud which, of course, hinders my ability to listen to my favorite music. It is all about the blues for me and I hate it when I have to go without for long periods of time. If you are like me, music lifts your mood or calms you down, it is a social sharing experience, and it is pure entertainment. Give me B.B. King please any time. Kids, pipe down! Play somewhere else. They don’t listen. I may have to resort to some kind of bribery. I am thinking popcorn, soda, cookies, or chips.
I am not a hater of children but I wish they would play near their own homes. They pick a spot – it happens to be in front of my abode – and bring their portable goals out from their backyards. They’re these huge things, if you haven’t seen them before: https://www.topcornermag.com/best-portable-goals-youth-soccer/. When everyone in a four-block radius joins the game, I can’t even leave my house. Along these lines, one cheeky kid came to my front door and asked me to move my car. The audacity. You have to just laugh when something like this happens. What is that old saying? Kids will be kids. I get it now. I don’t even think I could move the car with so many teens in the street. Someone would have to order an exodus. I might do it later at night, but where would I put it. I would have to park it several doors down to the annoyance of an otherwise friendly neighbor.
I like soccer as much as anyone, but I prefer to watch my favorite teams on TV when it suits my mood and I have had my fill of the blues (which doesn’t happen that often). It is becoming a more popular game in the U.S. these days and kids love it. It used to be relegated to countries like Italy, Spain, France, Germany, England, Argentina, and Mexico. There are many more. Come tournament time, the world is abuzz with excitement. This is a great time to become involved and get together with friends at home or the nearest sports bar. Arguments have been known to happen when opposing fans are present.
Arguments are also happening in front of my house. I have to get some control. I can think about it day and night, but it comes down to how. One day it came to me. I talked to the team captains and explained the problem, appealing to any modicum of maturity they had developed. They got it and agreed to move to the park down the street—clearing my house of any soccer antics. Plus, they could attract an audience and recruit some new players. The kids said they really didn’t mind where they played as long as they could rain or shine.