Side Effects

For those of you not around this weekend, I was interviewed on David's blog.
I'm a dork, I know.
Who else talks about gas in their first interview?!

This is Donny's first season playing football.
He and I, we haven't really known what we're doing.
He's catching on a lot faster than I am.
I still need translation during the games, to understand what the heck is happening.


They had team photos this weekend, right before their game.
I can't help but take photos over the photographers shoulder.
He's used to annoying parents by now, surely?

My boy looks so handsome in his uniform.
A mother has to brag a bit.

I doctored up the team photo to protect the innocent.
The arrow points to Donny.

We lost the game.

Actually, we've lost both our games and both our scrimmages so far.

But, the coach reminds us, this is a team of newbies,
and he doesn't expect them to win until their fourth game or so.

Quite a pep talk, no?

A whole nother game's goin' on under the bleachers.
The rugrat siblings of football players are running a muck in the trash and dirt.

That's a whistle in his mouth.
It was a party favor at a birthday party he attended before his big brother's game.

He also had a soccer game earlier that morning,
which I don't have pictures of because I was coaching.

Coaches with cameras aren't taken seriously, apparently.

While I'm glad my boys are in sports and having lots of fun,
there seems to be a side effect to football that I don't like.

Good lord have mercy. My poor boy.
There is no way a woman invented football.

Were you ever injured in sports growing up?
What activities are your children in currently?