the joys of being a referee

every Saturday morning in the spring and the fall i ref for a local soccer league called kicking for the cross or K4C. Its run by my highschool soccer coach and his wife. i ref the 8 9 and 10 games of second and third graders. i usually end up with boys but occasionally i get a girls game. the boys and girl are very different even at this age. its pretty obvious most of the girls dont care much for the game and i think they enjoy chanting their teams name from the sidelines more than actually playing. the girls who are on the field, for the most part, shuffle around in a huge group consisting of everyone on the field except the goalies moving together around the field at about the speed glaciers move. not only is it excruciatingly boring to watch but if you looked at most of the teams jerseys alone you would say that it is pink, so in most cases i will have the light pink team playing the hot pink team or the dark pink team playing the pink team with a hint of purple. this creates a problem because on the rare occasion that the ball escapes the bundle of pink in the middle of the field and goes out of bounds i will have to say which team gets to throw the ball in, this would be a simple task if they choose normal colors such as blue or green for jersey but since they didnt i usually end up awkwardly fumbling out a few words that make some sense to me but never to the coaches.