Sports Mom

For those of you that know me, you all know that I love sports. (Real sports...soccer is not a sport to me.) And my true love comes from watching my kids play. Actually the love comes from watching how passionate the kids can be. Professional athletes have nothing on Little League, Pee-Wee Football and highschool athletics. Every few months I dread the start of yet another season of something. Freezing my ass off at every football game. The stench of 30 sweaty boys in a mat room. Freezing my ass off at spring baseball games. And then at the end of the season there is a huge letdown for me. I seem to get attached to all the kids and then am sad when I know I won't see them until next season. This year was Reuben's last season of anything because he will be graduating and I think I cried for 2 days after his last football game. The girl child has pretty much given up on sports all together which broke my heart. She could have gone to college on her softball playing abilities. Lucky for me the boy child has three seasons of baseball, two seasons of football and two seasons of wrestling left. After that I'm sure you'll find me in a psych ward, wrapped up in the boys lettermans jacket yelling, "What are you, f-ing blind? That was a strike." Or, "Where are the take down points? He was in control!" And quite possibly, "Jesus f-ing Christ, he had him by the f-ing facemask, what are you, f-ing blind?" At imaginary officials that are robbing my kids of points and not calling penalties when they should. Good times. Lucky for me I have insurance with mental health coverage :)