I’m a soccer dad. I drive a minivan junked up with athletic tape, fast-food wrappers, whining teenagers, and the occasional lizard (no joke). I thought playing a sport like soccer in the unnatural heat of Florida would be a deterrent to sane people. Apparently not. When I first got the bill for how much I’d pay for my children to play, I thought I’d lose my mind.  Now … [Read more...]