It's Football Season

Yes, sports fans, it's football season. And......my son Sam, is playing football for the first year. It's all a little bewildering to me. I can manage being a fan, and a spectator, but being the mom of a player, well, let's just say, I am a wee bit out of my comfort zone.

Let's start with the practice schedule. Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday from 5:30 til 7. That seems a little extreme to me, but what do I know. Plus, they don't want us parents sticking around, they WANT us to leave. Which means they actually don't want me to hang around and spectate and speculate on the goings on. Well, I have gotten over that by running errands and sneaking in about 30 minutes early just to get a peek.

Next is the gear. This is like dressing up for the prom or something. Like you are about to fly off into space and you will be gone for an extended period of time. There is practice pants with these weird pockets. There is shoulder pads. You have to wear a t-shirt under the shoulder pads. So I show up the first day of dress out with Mr. Man in his practice pants and I had a bag in my hand with all the pads in it. A sweet little coach came up to me and said there are pockets inside the pants that those fit in and snaps that the butt pads snap onto. So me and Mr. Man and the sweet little coach go to my car and Mr. Man has to pull off his pants (while he is giving me the look) and the coach gives me a lesson on how to dress my son for football.

So really football practice is from 5 till 7:30 because you have all this damn gear to get together and tear apart.

But Mr. Man loves it, there is not a dry thread on him when he comes running off the field and he is STARVING TO DEATH. He is already eating me out of house and home.

It occurred to me the other day that it will be my responsibility to feed this creature for another 12 years or so and that scares me to death. So long as they keep making Ravioli and Doritoes, we are in business. The problem is Mr. Man likes good ole home cooking and I don't particularly love to cook.

Life is good at the Condo. I had a wonderful weekend. We had a benefit for the American Cancer Society and raised $2500, which I thought was awesome. We hope to do it annually and let that be Walthall's cause. It especially means alot to me since my dad died of cancer. We had some 250 people come through. I drank a little too much, but hey, I had me some fun. Brian Blair played beautifully, as usually, and my gracious, my great friend Sallie, she is the bomb at her music, but Tina definitely gets the dance award, that sexy thang........

It was a good night indeed all around!

Life is good, my friends = I WILL FIGURE THIS FOOTBALL THING OUT!

Peace and Blessings!

Comments

[TRISH]

I bet you have just begun on the food thing. Wait until doritos and ravoli won't work!! Football players eat a lot. So much fun to see you back here.

[aj]

I am so glad to see a new post. I really do want to come and see Sam play at least one game. I think that you are a wonderful mother, to be so involved, and let Sam play football. I have a new found respect for single moms, since Wes has been gone. I just don't know how ya'll do it.

[Keith]

Football is as american as apple pie and denying minorities their rights as human beings.

And thank you so much for posting. After I found out that you had lunch with my beautiful, funny, kind, caring and amazing wife yesterday - I asked her if she choked you for not posting.

She didn't.

But you posted anyway!

Thanks.........

Love you!