When I told my mom we were going to watch the boys play football, she said you wouldn't catch her out doing that. Of course, where she was it was cloudy, chilly and windy. When we went it was sunny and warm (with a jacket on) and windy.
After some trouble finding the football field in a little town of 300 people (depending on GPS was a mistake, using our common sense and eyes would have been a lot better), we were greeted by running hugs from our grandchildren. And I thought, "That's why I watch the boys play football."
There is a mom that has a son on Barry's team and takes wonderful photos. I wish there was one such on Zane's team. Lorene's camera is okay for these actions photos, but mine is horrible.
I really enjoy watching the boys play and noticing how they improve during the season. Barry is a killer flag snatcher and watches so that he can run to be in the right place at the right time. I can see him sizing up the situation and running like mad to get there. Zane threw two passes that were caught and run for touchdowns and was responsible for one 2-point conversion, which they were doing for the 5th and 6th graders instead of having them kick the extra point. Younger than that, they just forget any extra points at all.
They run on an 80 yard field, but that's still a long way for the little kids.
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