Monday, August 11, 2008

This scares me.

Not the look on his face.... although he is doing his best to look fierce like a football player should (?). But the fact that I have a son playing football. I'm not going to lie. I hate football. I don't understand it, I don't like watching it and I've never understood the attraction. My kids were never going to play.
But HE loves it. His friends play, he wanted to try.... and he comes off the field - even after two hours of grueling practice, with a mile-wide grin on his face.... chattering a mile a minute about everything he loved out there. I've never seen him so jazzed about anything else he's tried.
So here I am, with a smile on my face, on the sidelines trying to make sense of this game... and hoping my son doesn't get creamed out there!


Anonymous said...

The way I look at it, Shannon . . . football is a drug for my oldest. I'd rather he love football than be un-occupied and hanging with the wrong crew!

Football is a good thing :) (Save broken bones and rough tackles)

Mbdiamond said...

Well, let me just say I'm glad he's one of the bigger kids on the field!