It was a crisp, fall evening in October, 2000. My U-10 soccer team, The Blue Vipers, were up against the perennial city champs, the Boys Club Hardrollers. They were a juggernaut–I swear some of their players had stubble and drove themselves to the match. I could go on and on about how they illegally recruited by grabbing up the best players from across the city, but that would make me seem small and petty. After all, it’s only a game, right? Right.
We took it to them, though, and at the half, we were leading 2-1. The lads were a little shocked at their success and so was I. But I didn’t tell them that. Everything was going according to my well-conceived match plan as I started my half time pep talk. Knute Rockne would have been proud.
“You see?” I exhorted. “They put their boots on one foot at time just like you do. Nobody thought you had a chance against this team–especially them. Now they’re scared and on the run. Let’s keep doing what we’re doing and go out there and finish the job!”
And then the kicker: “Can we beat this team? I said, can we beat this team?”
Everyone is unison: “YES. WE. CAN!”
Well, actually we couldn’t. They came back and beat us 4-2. But that’s not the point.
The point is: Senator Obama, it’s time to come clean.