Football…again
Thursday, September 4th, 2008
It’s my least favorite sport that Jack plays. I think it’s a mixture of the inefficiency of the practices, the gall of the parents, and the fact that I have to pay $4 PER GAME. It’s like the dues we paid weren’t enough. Just gripes me every Saturday.
We had practice last Friday night…in the rain…and Jack did nothing. For 2 hours. He warmed up, and then the coaches worked on one offensive play. Jack’s not on offensive this year. So for about an hour and 30 minutes he tried to stay out of trouble with the rest of the defensive team…while it rained…and he was on antibiotics for tonsillitis…I digress.
We did win the game Saturday. The team is now 1 and 1. It’s nice to win. You don’t have to hear the other parents bitch loudly about the refs…or the other team cheating…or our coaches being inept…or the refs… Last year, at our championship game, which we lost, a group of the dads were yelling at OUR coach BEFORE the game even began. During warm up. Wow.
They play 10 or 11 games plus the tournament. I pay $4 dollars a game…just for me. If Sarah comes, or any of our family, that goes up a bunch. We paid close to $100 for registration, pads, and uniforms. Then throw in the extra $50ish from me alone to see the game…plus the $50 from his mom…plus the $50 from his grandmother who’s at most of the games…you see where I’m going? It is a money pit.
Jack does like it…which I guess counts for something…but it still is my least favorite sport.
ROLL TIDE!!!

I’m exhausted. The weekend…which started Thursday afternoon…was filled with lots of sweat and dust. We moved the bulk of the furniture by truck Thursday afternoon. It wasn’t supposed to rain Thursday, but those little summer showers popped up making the humidity oceanic. We finished up around 9 or 10. Unfortunately Tony started coughing about then.
“There are no balloons,” Jack observed, “and we are the first ones here.”
Thursday…inspection on the house. It is in amazing shape. Then on to pick up Jack, make fudge for the daycare’s spring fling, and Baseball. We lost 21-20. Straight from there to the sleep clinic. It’s weird sleeping with a mask that keeps blowing air up your nose.

This weekend, Jack starts his basketball tournament. His team is 10 and 0. 

So, over all, the class was good for both of us. We got to be at the hospital, see the room Tony will be delivered in, see a little baby, and diaper a Sneetch. I think Dr. Seuss would approve…and then Jack went on to recover 4 fumbles and make several tackles in their 6th straight win of the season…