Football.

It's the sport of kings.....better than diamond rings....FOOT-BALL.
Well, the kid is doing it, and if I do say so myself, he is looking very Kewl in his uniform.  We went to his first ever American Football game last night and it was against CB West.  Quite the formidable opponent, but the kids did great.  They ended up losing, but like he said, "they had some great plays."  After the first quarter they put up a heck of a fight.  I think the score ended up being 42-36.  (We left at end of third)

He came home last night after intently watching the game....he didn't look in the stands once for us.....and said "I get this game now."  Bright boy.  He is now learning what it really means to play American Football.  Things like:  1. No talking on the bus after a loss.  2. The smell of the locker room. 3. The smell of the bus. 4. Labor Day shot because coach called a practice from 7:30am-6pm on Monday.  (My fury over this last one is palpable and the string of commentary in my head will remain there)

I, on the other hand was meeting the parents in the stands.  Apparently I will be a great volunteer, I am quite young and should start having children, and I should join the boosters.  All suggestions within an hour of talking to the absolutely FABULOUS mom who was sitting next to me.  It was fun and overwhelming and a little to "pro-establishment", but this is what we do for our kids, right?  Now, PTA meetings (do they really have those or was it just the Harper Valley?)  not sure if I can stomach that. I have a tendency to be unfiltered when it comes to nonsense and my fear of being ostracized within a week of school starting because of my gums flapping is a real threat.  So, I will leave that to these pages.


On to weekend #2, Day 9.  I am starting the laundry and washing his uniform as I type.  We have now shifted from feeding the beast to washing the clothes.  We had a 10pm stop off at the grocery store to re-load on Pop-Tarts, a new found obsession.