In my last column, I discussed the pressure and intensity of youth sports, but I didn’t get to touch on the weekend aspect. So now, here is my ode to the weekend. A farewell to arms, if you will.

The meaning of weekends has changed exponentially in the last few years. Weekends used to mean rest. Or, at the very least, a chance of pace. Now? They’re just weekdays in disguise, except with more uniforms, shin guards, and frantic last-minute searches for water bottles.

With three kids in sports, the weekend is less a break and more a logistical relay race. Saturday mornings start with someone’s soccer game, then another kid’s football scrimmage, and somewhere in there, I’m sprinting across town, silently praying I remembered the right jersey. By Sunday afternoon, I’m not sure if I’ve spectat

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