I’ve been a fan of college football since my grandfather introduced me to the magic of the game on Saturday afternoons when I was young girl. Years later, I infected DH with the fever for the Fighting Irish and then both of our boys. Now, it’s a family tradition to plan every autumn Saturday around the football schedule and watch the game together.
I don’t obsess over the scores, or even know everything about the game; I just enjoy it.
My youngest, DS 2.0, plays high school football. I encourage him to play for the fun of the game and not to obsess over scores. It’s more important to play with heart (aka: “Accept your mother’s lack of skill when she’s playing a game of catch with you.”) 🙂
DS 2.0 is gearing up for football practice. Earlier today, I threw a series of “slants,” “hitches,” and “fades” to him. Not to brag or anything, but a few of my passes were even on target. And a bonus: minimal eye-rolling.
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