Ahhh, a deep breathe. Football season is here. It beats Christmas because Christmas is short lived and so materialistic. It beats all the calendar season because it starts in hot summer, goes through fall and can carry you almost throughout winter. You don’t have to go to a game, you don’t have to spend a dime on it. You can change allegiances throughout the season and still be labeled a homer.
First WT is in high school football, freshman year. Today is the start of two-a-days. Now for me the challenge of two-a-days has to do with cleaning his practice uniform twice a day. This is especially complicated by the fact that I’m nowhere near home in between the sessions. So the poor boy has to do his own laundry and I have to try to find enough for him to do two loads a day with. His complications has to do with the fact that mom is not around to taxi him around. So he has to ride his bike to practice a mile away. Now after grueling work-outs, a mile ride home is not considered ideal (although no one will complain about him being in condition). However, this afternoon as the temperatures were in the low 100′s with a humidity around 25-30%, anyone would say this is harsh. I have counseled him about drinking (and the coaches are excellent on watching the boys) and I have loaded him up on bananas for potassium. It will be a grueling few weeks and he is sure to lose some weight. He did a conditioning camp all summer so that this would be not quite as bad. He is gaining in speed and strength. I really hope he gets to play some first string ball this year. Always in the past he was first string on the B team, which meant he got playing time in meaningless games. I love that our school puts so much emphasis on trying to have a B team so kids get the playing time and not just bench warming. He has learned a lot through football and is really gaining some self-esteem about himself. He is a big guy. At 14.75 years, he is 175 lbs and 5’8″ and stout material. He has played mostly offensive line. Now I’m smart enough about football to treasure the underrated value of the OL, but let’s face it, it is hard to cheer for your son for a good block on the other side of the play. I do dream of him being a DB and getting some sacks. If I had been a guy, that is the position I would have wanted. Offensive stars get all the glory, but as a football fan, my greatest memories are of Randy White, Too Tall Jones, Bill Bates and others. I love a great sack or stuffing the running back behind the line. Oh and I love great interceptions too (except when Romo throws them). So as a frustrated girl who never got to play, I keep hoping that my son will get to play some defense and make a great defensive hit. Ok, I’m not your typical girl.
I live in a little Texas town. It has a very strong European ethnic community which I’m not descended from. We are the outsiders, the minority around here with Anglosized names. I’m not a good beer drinker nor am I Catholic. But the reason I wanted to live in this town was because they are crazy for their sports here. Whatever the season, the community is about the sports and thus about the kids. One year I was sitting in the stands during the B team game and talking with an older couple. I asked them which kid was thiers and they said none of them. They just come to watch the games. We aren’t talking about stellar football when you are talking middle school B team games. Yet this town does this, for football or baseball. The little weekly town newspaper has a least 2 pages out of 8-10 pages dedicated just to the kids’ sports. No matter if we are the home team or the away team, the stands are full of the team’s supporters. We had to drive to a game that was an hour and a half away and we outnumbered the home team’s fans at least 5 to 1.
Last year my X only made it to one of the games. At first WT was really hurt by it and I told him that he could always count on me being at the games. He smiled his little smile and said he doesn’t even take a lot time looking for me, he just trust I’m there and if I’m ever not there, he will call the hospital to find me. How could I not be there? First of all, I have loved football since 1976 and secondly I get to see my oldest son play the game I wish I could have played. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
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