If there’s a better way to spend a Saturday than cheering on your favorite team with your family, then I don’t know it…
…and I’m not sure I want to.
What did your Saturday bring you?
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Tag: Football
Champs
“Please, Lord – just let them win. Just one more game. Please, Lord.”
Somehow, I thought, if they could just win one more game, if they could have a perfect season like the basketball team before them, then everything would be okay. The hurt feelings, the bitter words, the barely-contained anger – all of it would fade away, and we would be a community once more. Whole. Perfect. Complete.
I didn’t know how it would all work out; I just knew it would.
And so I prayed. I prayed harder than I’d prayed since the day my youngest son was born, the day we very nearly lost him because of a careless mistake. I prayed when the clock stopped, I prayed through halftime, I prayed and I prayed and I prayed. “Please, Lord – just let them win. Please, Lord. Please let them win. Please, Lord…”
I cheered harder than I’d ever cheered in my life. On the outside edge of a sea of blue, I was both a part of the crowd and an observer of it. Their highs were my highs; their lows, my own. I cheered and prayed and prayed and cheered and when I couldn’t watch anymore, I ate cotton candy and prayed even harder.
“Please, Lord, oh pretty, pretty please let them win. Please, Lord, please…”
And when that blue-clad warrior plucked the ball from the sky, I screamed and cried and danced where I stood.
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Photo 365 #54
One of the things we did over the weekend to sort of celebrate our anniversary involved attending a football game at the University of Northern Iowa. It was my first time tailgating, and I had a lot of fun (despite the swarms of little black bugs).
Nothing says fun like a game of catch with the old man.
And the Panthers? They stomped the Tennessee Tech Golden Eagles 50-7. Those seven points were scored late in the third quarter against the Panthers’ third string. It was a blowout.
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Photo 365 #46
Bubbles has to be at his football games an hour early to practice beforehand. If I was attending by myself, it would be a great time to get some reading done, or some writing, or even that strange new thing the kids these days call socializing. You know, actually interacting with other actual people.
But I don’t get to do that. I go everywhere accompanied by kids – sometimes two, sometimes three, sometimes four. And while I was waiting for Bubbles’ game to start Sunday afternoon, Cricket and Miss Tadpole had fun entertaining each other, which was lots of fun to watch (more fun than the game, even, since I’m clueless when it comes to football).
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Photo 365 #31
Bubbles had his very first football game. He spent most of it looking like this:
That’s him in the #40 jersey. They actually have two kids wearing #40, which made trying to keep track of the right kid interesting. But apparently the coaches plan on playing the older kids more than the younger kids (the team is for fifth and sixth-graders), which I think is dumb because we didn’t pay $75 to watch our kids warm the sidelines. They work hard in practice, too, and they have as much right to play as the older kids.
Are all players equally-abled? No. Lord knows Bubbles shouldn’t have been playing receiver during the game because he left his glasses off and he can’t see (well) without them. But the final score was somewhere in the neighborhood of 28-0 and at that point, what harm would it have done to let the younger kids play? It’s not like we were going to win.
So far, I’m not impressed. I hope things change. I hope Bubbles gets to play more. I hope a lot of things, but mostly I hope that we didn’t just throw $75 down the drain.
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Photo Friday: Firsts
So, last night was Bubbles’ first football injury. He got tackled and landed on the ball, bruising his ribs. Poor guy was heartbroken when the doctor in the emergency room told him he couldn’t play football till his family doctor released him to play, which won’t be till next week at the earliest.
I’m just glad he didn’t break anything – football’s a rough game. And with any luck, he’ll be back at it in time for his first game next weekend.
Don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and check out her firsts! Have a great weekend! 🙂
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Photo Friday: Ball
Bubbles starts fifth grade next week – my how the time has flown!
He’s suiting up for football practice. This year he graduates to tackle football (instead of flag football). Before I know it, he’ll be all grown up and playing in high school.
Don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and see what she’s posted, and have a great weekend!
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 