Tonight there was a clear indication that fall is fast approaching. It wasn't the thermometer, or colored leaves... it was the home opener for DS1's Junior Varsity Football Team. Tomorrow night will usher in the opening game for the varsity squad. Football and fall...they go together.
I am actually surprised to have a football player. My DS1 has been an avid baseball player for many years, playing almost year round. But this year he didn't want to play fall baseball...he wanted to try out for the football team. This is a kid who was in a new town, going into the 8th grade in a new school and had never played football before... and he decided to try out. I have always been impressed by his ability to muster the courage to walk out on a field, with kids he doesn't know, and fight for his place in the line up. He did, and he made it.
Honestly, 95% of our fall Friday nights, over the past 4 years, have been spent at high school football games...just not watching the players so much. We were focused on our sweet little girl on the sideline waving her pom poms...the football game was secondary to us....not so anymore.
I am learning a lot about how little I know and understand about these epic battles on the grassy plain. Football surely appears to work out so much of male jocking for position and the search for an answer to that almost exclusive male question of "Do I have the right stuff?". I just hope this Mama has the stomach to handle it all...rarely do you see an ambulance sitting outside of a baseball field "just in case". I am just saying.
"Gentlemen, it is better to have died a small boy than to fumble this football.”