The curse of the Brookline High School Girls Varsity Soccer team not making playoffs in 25 years has been broken. In gusting wind, pouring rain, and freezing temperatures, not to mention on Senior Day, BHS GVS scored on Weymouth for the win, and at the end of the game, there was some seriously happy people flooding the field.
I made these foam core letters that spelled out PLAYOFFS, so that when the girls did their traditional run across the field, post-game, where the parents and fans are, we’d be holding the word PLAYOFFS and they’d get a good giggle. But Peter was feeling superstitious and wouldn’t let me get the letters out of the car until the game was over, so when he finally did grab them, we couldn’t get the parents and letters in order quickly enough (we spelled out, like SFPYOFPA), which kind of broke my heart, but then the girls grabbed the letters and ran back to their side, and posed with them, which was even better!
It was completely disgusting weather, but man what a day. This team and this coach have made history, and it was crazy exhilarating and exciting to be there. For a soccer family, it doesn’t get better than this. Congrats to my little Warrior, Ally, who plays with heart, skill, and determination every time she’s near a ball, and to the entire awesome team. Warrior pride. Oh yeah.
Hey, here’s why I haven’t been gratituding (I know this isn’t a word, but maybe it should be), for the last several days, I designed and implemented (I’ve been working on this for months and months, but this was the three decorating-a-thon, where we work a zillion hours to fill three gyms and an entryway) a super fun giant party for the 400 + seniors on prom night, to keep them safe and not drinking and driving, which is what I think I did on my prom night–no judging–didn’t you? Aside from all the decorations, each room gets filled with all sorts of cool stuff like a life sized twister, blow up obstacle course, airbrush tattoos, food galore, a DJ, a prize table featuring the big prize of a Mac Book Air, and loads of other stuff, too. It was exhausting, and I am bone weary. Here’s a tour of a 50’s ,60’s, 70’s, 80’s themed Blast from the Past After the Prom Party.