uTodd, a blog from Todd Sanders and the makers of @tsand

A buddy of mine and I coach a youth soccer team. Our sons get to play on the same team since we are the coaches. It’s a good time, and we really enjoy doing damage to our knees with every kick and cut. This year we wanted to get my neighbor’s son on the team, but because of his work schedule, he wouldn’t be able to coach, and therefore his son couldn’t be guaranteed a spot on our team.

Then, out of the blue, we get a sponsorship form in the mail. Just $125 and you get your logo on the jersey and your sponsor’s kid(s) get to play on the team. Sweet. Only problem, my neighbor doesn’t own a business anymore. So, to the drawing board we went (or should I say Illustrator).

His name is Karl, he’s Polish, we drink beer in his garage on occasion (and the world’s best Bloody Marys), and we cook out in the summer nearly every day of the week. Ta-da! The birth of Caveman Karl’s (blurred out street name) Pubski and Grubski.

All is right with the world, I write a check for $62.50 and so does my buddy (the other coach) and we send off the sponsorship application and funds and crack open a beer to celebrate. Karl promises since we paid for the sponsorship fee he’ll have a mid-season pool party for the kids and their families.

The season has yet to begin, but I do promise you a detailed report of how things pan out. And of course, a pic of the mid-season party the team owner is throwing, ahhhh, good times in suburbia.

ATTENTION: Seeing as most parents will instantly google “Caveman Karl’s” the second their son shows them the jersey – and seeing as this post is the only mention they’ll find of the “business” online… Welcome parents of Caveman Karl’s soccer team, it’s going to be a great season, we’re going to learn some skills, win some games, lose some games, and we’re going to have a great time doing it — and don’t forget about the mid-season pool party at the newest establishment in town.

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