Franklin Sports Blackhawk Backyard Soccer Goal - Portable Kids Soccer Net - Pop Up Folding Indoor + Outdoor Goals - 4' x 3' - Optic Yellow

From: Franklin Sports

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has, with their typical lack of foresight, erected a monument to poor taste in my backyard. It's a garish, "Optic Yellow" netted structure they call a "soccer goal." Apparently, its purpose is to serve as a target for their clumsy attempts at kicking a ball, a pastime of little consequence. Its "durable" fiberglass frame and "all-weather" netting suggest a frustrating permanence, and its portability means they could, in theory, blight any part of my domain with its presence. However, I must concede its shape offers a potentially shaded, semi-enclosed space. It could be an adequate observation post for surveying my kingdom, or, more likely, an ostentatious waste of perfectly good napping turf.

Key Features

  • BACKYARD SOCCER GOALS: The Blackhawk Pop Up Soccer Goals are designed to help all players turn any backyard into their own personal soccer pitch in no time to train their skills or play short sided games with friends
  • DURABLE CONSTRUCTION: Built with a durable fiberglass frame and all-weather netting, these soccer goals are built to last season after season for long-lasting, premium quality performance
  • EASY TO SECURE: This portable soccer goal includes tie-down ground stakes for greater stability during gameplay to ensure hard shots and strong winds won't disrupt your game
  • PORTABLE: This lightweight soccer goal is foldable and comes with a carry bag included so you can easily take your game to the backyard, beach, park or wherever else the game takes you
  • MINI SIZED: This 4' foot x 3' foot mini soccer goal is super compact and portable so you can train your skills and play short sided games with ease

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The invasion began on a Tuesday. The larger of my staff, the one I call "The Bringer of Loud Noises," hauled a long, dark bag onto the lawn. From it, with a disconcerting *thwump*, sprang the alien structure. It was a violent shade of yellow, an affront to the dignified green of the grass and the subtle gray of the garden stones. He hammered stakes into the earth, securing the thing as if bracing for a hurricane. He called it a "Blackhawk," a name far too noble for such a vulgar contraption. This was no hawk; it was a fluorescent cage, a blemish on my otherwise immaculate territory. I conducted my initial reconnaissance under the cover of the azalea bushes. My tuxedo markings provided excellent camouflage against the afternoon shadows. I observed its construction: the taut, grid-like netting and the sturdy, unyielding frame. It sat there, gaping, a silent challenge. Was it a trap? A territorial marker from a rival faction? I crept forward, my paws silent on the blades of grass, my senses on high alert. The air around it smelled of plastic and baffling human ambition. A tentative sniff of a pole confirmed its synthetic, uninteresting nature. A single, delicate test of the netting with a claw produced a dull, unsatisfying *thunk*. My disdain was solidifying into boredom when I saw him: Barnaby, the witless orange tabby from two gardens over, a notorious pilferer of sunbeams. He was sauntering toward the bird bath, brazenly trespassing. An idea, cold and brilliant, bloomed in my mind. I slipped through the side of the yellow monstrosity, its netting providing a distorted, tactical view of the world outside. I was invisible, a predator cloaked in a hunter's blind. Barnaby, oblivious, preened by the fountain, his back to me. I waited. The sun warmed the top of the net, creating a pleasant heat. The world was a pattern of yellow diamonds. When the moment was perfect, I exploded from my "Blackhawk" command post. I was a silent, gray missile of righteous fury. Barnaby let out a yowl that was pure, undilified terror and fled, a streak of panicked orange disappearing over the fence. I did not give chase. I stood, puffed out my chest, and surveyed the battlefield from the mouth of my new garrison. The humans thought they had bought a toy for their pointless games. The fools. They had armed me. The color was still atrocious, of course, but one must occasionally make aesthetic sacrifices for strategic superiority.