Monday, November 9, 2009

Feeling My Redneck This Mornin'

Football. I love it. I'm not a rabid, crazy person over it but I really do love football. My son plays youth football in the local league and he is a Defense Genius. And no. I'm not just being the proud, braggy Mama on this one. Every Saturday morning, not only do I get to hear his name called over the PA system at the stadium a squillion times
"Blah taken down by #90 Deacon Frost!!" or
"Hauled down at the 5 by #90 Deacon Frost!!" or
"SACKED by #90 Deacon Frost for the Eagles!!",
but I also get to hear the OTHER TEAM's coaches hollering
"Where's that kid coming from?!
Somebody BLOCK him for crying out loud!
Makes a mother proud. Makes me want to get up and knock somebody down. I mean GRRR!!!! There's just not much that can compare to seeing your kid sack a QB in the backfield and continue driving him back 5, 10, 15 yards. Or watching an offense completely re-set just to avoid your son. It's just beautiful. Admittedly, he's only 9 but man alive the kid can play! The best though is watching him walk off the field, with his head held high, proud of the game HE played, knowing that even though the team lost miserably (which they usually do - but I'll hold my tongue on THAT) he knows HE played well and has nothing to be ashamed of. And that's a sign of a true athlete and shows the potential for bigger and better things to come.

(By the way...he also wrestles. Get ready to hear a LOT about that. Oh and Roll Tide. Hehehe and his name isn't really Deacon Frost...jeesh)

1 comment:

f8hasit said...

It's a proud moment when your kid gets called out for being GOOD at something, isn't it?
Congrats on raising a son that gets recognition for his hard work.