|All right, it is time for another blog on football. I think I have stated in the past that I am not a fan of football. Yep, never watch it on TV, I have even banned it from my house, or me from my house when it is on. My husband being the laid back guy he is, just looks up the final scores on the computer and goes to other people's houses once or twice a year to watch a game with them. Yes, I know that makes me a beautiful female dog, probably in heat.
Now that I have informed you about how much I don't like football. Guess where I was Friday, September 2, 2011 at 7:00p.m.? I was at my son's first home game of the season, cheering my sitting section off. If you want to take time to call me a hypocrite, please do so now and get it out of your system. Are you done? Now? All right, stop giggling. My husband did enough of that for all of you.
The tale of defensive lineman 72, KYLE EDWARDS.
Yes, lots of cheering is expected now.
Ayron and I arrived just in time to grab a few snacks and a soda for him before heading into the stands. (Being the pretend frugal person, I am. I brought my own soda from home.) I found the perfect spot for my needs. The far, top right corner away from the mass of other people whom I cannot for some strange reason bring myself to interact with. However, now is not the time for my issues. We discuss that, maybe, tomorrow.
We stood respectfully for the national anthem and tried valiantly not to fall out of the stands laughing when the woman singing did something very disturbing with a high note at the end of the song. I suspect students and parents alike will be discussing that for the whole of this coming week. What she did, it just wasn't natural. I, of course, being without any singing experience what-so-ever, know that I am just the perfect person to judge her abilities. Seriously, I have been told not to sing enough times by the family and friends, I can pick out other equally talented people…..
It took the first two quarters of the game for the teams to warm up. Well, for our team to warm up. The other team never did. I tried to diligently watch the players on the field, but they kept moving around too much and jumping on each other. All a little strange if you ask me.
I kept track of the full two minutes Kyle was allowed to run to the team and stand in for a play while the other player ran to the coach for whatever reason. I was thrilled he was allowed on the field at all. Now, for the dirty little secret of number 72, he is second string. I will not bow my head in shame. Let me tell you why.
My husband and I started studying in 1995 with Jehovah's Witnesses and I became baptized in 1996. My husband asked to be baptized two years later. We were active Witnesses through 2008. When Ayron's father died, he lost interest and I fell away without his loving support. I am not blaming Ayron. He kept me going years longer than I would have otherwise. This is all pertinent to football in that until 2008 we discouraged all organized sports as most Jehovah's Witnesses do for fear that the predominant belief that one has to win at all cost my overcome our children. It does happen and Jehovah's Witnesses jump on the instances that it does as examples of why we absolutely should not let our children participate in organized sports of any kind.
Back to the story, I will not bow my head in shame at my son being a second stringer because of his own accord he sought out football for this, his senior year, and he did not miss a single double practice during the summer. I know he went to every weight lifting session he could get too. AND he even took up running, his least favorite thing to do. Between the wresting practices of last year, two a day plus weight lifting in 7th hour and what he did this summer, I can barely recognize my fluffy little boy any more in the well muscled, confident young man I see now.
That Kyle got any play time was a happy surprise to him and us. Then came third quarter, neither team has scored and everyone was tiring just a bit. From the get go, the coach put 72 in.
Oh, did I mention this was also being broadcast on the local radio station? It was and that made what happened next all the more precious to me. Kyle blocked a play and did it so well that the announcer congratulated him on air. Okay maybe not congratulated, but he said something with or about 72 blocking a play. And, I guess it may not have been that special because he had been saying stuff about other players too…. I am a mom, what did you expect?
Kyle played almost the whole third quarter and half of the fourth. Our team scored three touch downs during that time. I grant you that Kyle was defensive and so his job was to stop the other team, which they did amazingly well. The end score. Jackson 20, Atwater-Cosmos-Grove City zero.
Here is where I admit that I came to the game prepared to be bored and had only one true goal on my mind. Getting the sign I ordered from a lady I don't know and can't identify. I think she may be blonde. Anyway, I started the game babbling about that, then trying to figure out the plays and missing half of them from people watching.
Finally, my husband started laughing at me and said I was acting like a hyper woman who had OCD. Oh, I grew indignant. That only made him laugh harder. Can you imagine that? I could almost live with that, but towards the end when I needed to stand to ease the pain from sitting on the too hard bench too long, the teams were moving way down to the other side of the field and I was trying to get a better look. Well, apparently in my attempt, I was slowly crowding Ayron down the bench in the direction I wanted to go. He finally spoke up when he became in danger of tripping over our nearest neighbor half a bench away. I went back to huddle in my corner and Ayron sat down till the game was over. I never did find the lady I was looking for. I did speak to her husband, coach More. He said he would let her know I was looking.
I still won't admit to liking football, but I will be at Kyle's next home game. I suspect he will slowly get more play time as the year goes on because he has already show an amazing learning curve. Is he ready for college or professional football? No. But, he will have this year to remember and tell the grandkids about. Hopefully he will not remember how insane I acted when he retells the story. Go Huskies!