So evidently flag football is a "boys sport." When Pippi and I arrived at practice, I was very disappointed to discover that she was the only girl there, and that all the other mothers were staring at me. Luckily ten minutes later the other girl showed up. The other mother and I were instant friends.
Pippi ran a couple of patterns, caught one ball, threw one ball, and then spent the rest of the time talking in the middle of the field with the other girl. The boys looked like they'd been born holding footballs and running pass patterns. They ran circles around the conversing girls.
The coach would talk to Pippi, and I don't think she understood what the heck he was saying. "Your gonna run an L pattern and then the quarterback is gonna hit you." I don't know about you, but in my six-year-old world hitting was very very wrong.