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		<title>The Wettest Soccer Game&#8230;Ever</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[On Wednesday I attended the wettest soccer game ever anywhere since the world began. I mean, we folk in Seattle are made of a hearty stuff when it comes to rain.  Being wet is an enevitable part of our everyday lives.  Everything around here is &#8220;Rain or Shine&#8221;&#8230;. Come to our outdoor sleepover, rain or [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On Wednesday I attended the wettest soccer game ever anywhere since the world began.</p>
<div id="attachment_1717" class="wp-caption alignright" style="width: 150px"><a rel="attachment wp-att-1717" href="http://mamabloo.com/the-wettest-soccer-game-ever/may-pictures-023/"><img class="size-large wp-image-1717     " title="May pictures 023" src="http://mamabloo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/May-pictures-023-e1274635398420-651x1024.jpg" alt="" width="140" height="220" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">One VERY wet soccer player!</p></div>
<div class="mceTemp">I mean, we folk in Seattle are made of a hearty stuff when it comes to rain.  Being wet is an enevitable part of our everyday lives.  Everything around here is &#8220;Rain or Shine&#8221;&#8230;. Come to our outdoor sleepover, rain or shine&#8230;. We&#8217;re having a Luau, rain or shine&#8230;. You are invited to our wedding, rain or shine&#8230;.  If we don&#8217;t include the caveat of &#8220;rain or shine&#8221; on everything we do, we would sit at home watching rain drops run down our window panes.  Depressing.</div>
<p>But Wednesday&#8217;s soccer game took the warning &#8220;Rain or Shine&#8221; to a whole new level.  Let&#8217;s just say NOAH would have been intimidated.  When I realized that the raindrops actually hurt as they fell, I had Dave call the assistant coach of the soccer team and ask if, perchance, this game would be, well&#8230; rained out.  Oh no, that doesn&#8217;t happen, he said.  And so off I went with a carload of 6th grade girls and Ty, who insisted that he loved the rain. </p>
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<p>What resulted was 90 of the wettest minutes of my life.  And I was on swim team.  The girls were soaked to the skin within 3 minutes &#8212; aka the walk from the car to the field.  The parents had various rain protection devices with them &#8212; aka, boots, umbrellas, and a stoic attitude.  Ty and I huddled under our newly purchases &#8220;sports-brella&#8221; which is a giant, oversized umbrella designed to sit on its side, like a cave.  Ty said to me, &#8220;<em>If we had to live in this sports-brella, that would be so sad!&#8221;</em>  Agreed. When Ty realized that staying dry was hopeless, he headed straight for the puddles.  Well, I thought, at least I don&#8217;t have to go to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese.</p>
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<p>The good news is that the players had a good time and that when we got home there were hot showers and chili dogs waiting for us.  Processed meat never tasted so good.</p>
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