Aaron and the birds at a soccer game Aaron's soccer team My son’s high school soccer team set records this season—for the worst losses in their school’s history. They clinched the title at the head-shaking game when they lost eleven to one. I admit my husband and I were glad to miss that game…but because we only went to the home games, we missed the one goal our son scored at another field and the last and best losing game of the season. When Aaron came home after the final game and kicked off his cleats, I asked him the usual question, “So how was your game?” And got the usual answer, “Good. We lost.” I think he enjoyed getting our hopes up saying good first and pausing before the word lost. At least his easy-going attitude kept him from caring about losing. “So what was the score?” “Three to one.” “That’s not too bad. Who scored?” I asked, hoping he did. “A kid with specia...