By Jean McCamy
When you don’t have cable TV, being able to tune in to a soccer game is like getting an unexpected present in the mail.
I do enjoy the game and, while I prefer watching it with someone I love on the pitch, I get pretty wrapped up in the action no matter who is playing, or where.
English pubs are some of my favorite places because there are almost always football (the rest of the world’s name for soccer) matches on the screens.
I am very happy these days because I generally get two soccer fixes a week — one middle school and one CASL, but this week I had the bonus of, not just one, but two televised games to watch.
Felt like Christmas in September!
I seldom cut on the TV during the day except to keep me company when I am doing some boring, monotonous task like peeling vegetables or ironing or polishing silver, but that doesn’t work with soccer. I get too engrossed in the play and am likely to cut myself or burn a hole in something with the iron.
I faithfully followed my grandchildren through the early years of “pack soccer” when the whole team followed the ball like a flock of seagulls after a fishing boat.
I was there to cheer them on, but enjoy it more now that everyone is old enough to be playing on a bigger field with enough skill to begin to find the rhythms and patterns that make it “the beautiful game.”
After my four games in four days, I am feeling sated with soccer at the moment, but would happily watch another four games if given the opportunity.
If we ever get cable, or they ever start showing as many soccer matches as gridiron football games, I may have to go out and find myself a SMA (Soccer Mom’s Anonymous) chapter to join.
—Jean McCamy is a Wake Forest artist.