Games are finally over for Zack's first foray into team sports. I had him signed up for Indoor Soccer, and he loved BEFORE the game, when they each have a ball and are running all over the place. But when he's playing, he can't quit seem to understand that it's ok not to have the ball the whole time. If he isn't able to get to it, or it passes him, or if someone else has it, he feels like he did something wrong. But at this age it really is like herding cats or nailing jello to a tree, so I'm proud that he got what he did out of it.