Here are some of the photos from mom, as promised...

The pre-game "we're all winners in our hearts" talk.

This is how it all began. I tapped the ball to Anna, and the rest is history.


After the routing of Footlocker, we make nice and shake hands, and then laugh at them behind their backs.
1 comment:
I love how your shirt is so big it looks like you're not wearing any shorts.
I always play footie in my panties.
That's right. I went there.
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