I bought football cleats today instead of baseball cleats. It hurt me. But that boy of mine insists on trying the sport with his buddy Colman this season. I tried to sway him back to baseball, I really did, but he would not be swayed. Sooooo, flag football, it is! In addition to football cleats, we have picked up a junior-size football (not to be confused with pee-wee football or youth football - sheesh), and several mouth guards to protect those teeth and their metal-work!
Today was his first practice. He is on the 4th/5th grade team. They are the Buccaneers.
It was dang hot. Good thing every single one of his games is at 8:30 in the morning. :} Not counting the first thing in the morning on a Saturday part. : /
Noah, ever my least loquacious child, had only this to say afterword when I badgered him for a response to his first foray into flag football. "It was fun. I liked throwing the ball. I'm glad I didn't hurt my finger." (He jammed his finger practicing with Colman a couple weeks ago. First of many football injuries, I fear. I miss baseball.)
Oh well. Go, Buccaneers!
2 comments:
It's good exposure!!
Exposure to the ER after a concussion, maybe!
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