Dinky's Docket

My seven-year-old's soccer season began. The kids that age play "clump ball" where they all just crowd in around the ball--all except Dinky Jr. who jogs in place well outside the clump. He told me he's afraid of getting knocked over. It drives Mrs. C. nuts. She wants him to score goals and be aggressive and all that crap. I've never been a big sports guy. When I played little-league I'd regularly get in trouble for not paying attention. I'd be crouching by first base looking at the weed blooms or thinking about "Get Smart" or protecting myself from that dangerous ball. At least Jr. knows where the ball is.