his last soccer game of the season and I was able to go watch with 40
of the girls from the houses. It was so much fun. We made up about
90% of the crowd. We even had our own little group of cheerleaders.

They started to jump up and down shouting and waving their posters in
support of their house father. Anytime the house father got near the
ball the girls would start to scream again.

the girls were focused on it the whole time. Our bleachers went
crazy when the house father scored the one and only goal of the game
leading his team to victory.
house parents as if they were the real thing. I guess in some cases
they are.

