The midday was spent coaching both kids in rec league soccer as the coaches were out of town. For my daughter (11-12) the coaches simply didn't show, and didn't tell anyone they'd be gone, so we had enough to field a team, but nobody to lead them. My wife set them in positions until I could get there and coach. They lost 5-0 as the coaches kids are the best players and we didn't have any of them. For my son (7-8), the coach had asked me to cover for him, so I was prepared. However, we were missing 4 kids, which left us with one sub. That worked out as I had to referee and coach at the same time (hardly ever have refs). We won 6-1 despite my calling every foul I could against our team. Feel good for our kids, I was letting the scrubs have time at forward, putting the best players in goal and defense.
Around gametime, we chose to instead take my son to a 3-3 tournament under the lights. He and two friends killed their bracket and won medals. Two of them are iron horses, going near non-stop with decent shooting skills. They'll need to learn to pass and play as a team for the next ages up. The reward for winning their U8 bracket was to play the second place team in the U9 bracket. That U9 team had a fourth kid and kept rotating to stay fresh, consistently shoved and knocked our kids down, and the referee was an older brother for one of the kids on the team. We got slaughtered in that one, but it didn't matter as they got their bracket champion medals.
We all came home in time for the 4th quarter. I saw McCoy had a 7 yd reception in the stats, that told me what I needed to know about the game. We watched the whole 4th quarter, shrugged, and went to bed.