The boys had their last football game over the weekend. Things started out great — they scored a touchdown on the very first play of the game. It was all downhill after that — they ended up losing 28-6. They just couldn’t move the ball at all. It had been raining earlier in the day, and so it was cold and wet, and they were tired. The whole team sort of looked like it had given up.
Not Joe, though. I could tell by his body language that when he was on the field he was serious and he was ready to play. I had my camera with me at the game and I set it to the “sports” setting, so that I could just start snapping pictures and hopefully come up with something good — here’s one where I actually caught him from the front:
And this isn’t to imply that Will wasn’t out there with intent, too — it just wasn’t as obvious with him as it was with Joe. Amazingly, I actually managed to catch a shot of him in motion from the front as well:
I could never figure out why the boys were all given white pants. A few teams had black, but most everybody had white. Most practices and games didn’t leave mud — but plenty of grass stains and streaks of dirt. Since it was our last game, we didn’t have to bring those muddy things home with us! We got to dump them in a bin and the league will clean them. Yuck.
I’m pretty sure the boys are looking forward to playing again next year.
I guess I survived the experience. I still don’t really know what’s happening out on the field, but I’m learning. The other night my husband had the New Orleans/Seattle game on the TV in our room. I was trying to read, but I kept finding myself watching, and asking “What just happened?” “Why did they do that?”
Next up: basketball! Oh boy!