The boy childs first football game was last Friday night. Unfortunately my boys got slaughtered, but they were playing a team that had 22 returning seniors. (We have 10.) They seemed in OK spirits after the game though, which was nice. I spent the first half down on the sidelines taking pictures. (Nobody saw that coming, right?) I try really hard when I am down there to be quiet, take my pictures and stay out of everyones way. I don't talk to the players, especially B.
I broke some of my rules however because it's always hard to lose a game in that fashion and secondly the officiating left something to be desired. My first mistake was to tell B that I wanted him to hit someone so hard they came out of their shoes. He told me to shut the fuck up. (He apologized later, don't worry.) I said nothing more to him and he still wouldn't have been in trouble if he hadn't apologized. I know better than to talk to the boys in the heat of battle. Then my language got colorful as usual. I try to keep it under my breath, but we all know that's not gonna happen. What did happen was that someone told me that a team rule for dropping the F-bomb was 10 push-ups. Great. We haven't even started the second quarter and I owed the team 130 fucking, shit, 140 push-ups. During the second quarter one of the coaches heard me say fuck. Dammit, caught and once again making my son look bad. I apologized to the coach, told him I knew the rule and would pay up as required. I said I was fairly confident that I would fail before the 140/150 mark, but I would do my best. This guy looked me right in the eye, told me that I was too beautiful to have to do push-ups for 40 stinky boys and that I didn't have to do any at all. He is now my favorite coach :)
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