It's strange that this seemingly simple and ultimately unimportant event, their last game of the season, can serve so well as a marker for the end of a life segment for our family. Or, perhaps not. Soccer and it's weekly family routine binds us to our shore life. It makes us a part of the shore community; a fixed community with fixed members. We're expected to show up at each practice, play at each game. There's no ability to pull up this life's anchor and move on when the weather permits, or we get tired of the scenery, or we just feel like being somewhere new.

But our new life, ushered in by the coming of the month of June, is so much more nomadic. It's a lifestyle that doesn't seem to have room for such long term extra-boat commitments like soccer.

Or, does it? There's certainly nothing forcing us to pull up anchor and leave, nothing other than large-scale seasonal weather, like the hurricane season in the tropics. So, perhaps we won't play at the Northeast Raider's field again next season, or for many season's to come, but certainly we'll find a group of kids and adults with a love of soccer and a desire to play the game. How can we not? Soccer is the world game of choice. At least in our world.