I had no idea that Joey was bi-polar until I signed him up for his first season of soccer. He'd wake up and put on all his soccer gear first thing in the morning in anticipation for practice that afternoon and then refused to get out of the car when practice time came. He'd jog around the field aimlessly until he was told to "kick the ball!", which would send him into a sour mood and he'd spend the rest of the quarter sulking in the middle of the field. I don't even know what to say about it...he's just a funny one, that kid. He didn't get his foot on the ball more than a handful of times all season, but he seemed pretty pleased with getting post-game treats. At the end of the day, he looked cute, and that's really all that matters;)
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