Sweet Sixteen.

Last night I hopped into a Delorean and went back to 1994. Or at least that's what the RossU vs. Windsor soccer game last night felt like. I stood on the sidelines amongst my classmates screaming my head off for our boys and feeling sixteen again. The only thing missing was face paint and cute little pleated skirts. There's always next time.

I was also impressed with the turnout of fans from RossU. Windsor, a local nursing school on The Rock, had about 1/2 of RossU's groupies....and none of the unadulterated pride.

The game ended with Windsor lucking out in overtime. Our boys put in a valient effort, and when they play again I am will be there front and center. With the pleated skirt. And maybe face paint.