I’m so sad. High School Football season died on Tuesday night when the #3 seeded team in the state beat us. That’s all I’m going to say about that because my poor 9th grader (Big #33) who started on VARSITY (yes, VARSITY) had to stay home from school the next day, wrapped in his blankie to weep (in front of the television).
I’m going to miss football season, the thrill of hearing my son’s name as he bounds into the field. The joy of seeing him fight his defender. The after game wrap ups where he details for me every play. (really, I know what a 46 sweep is!)
Most of all, I’m going to miss football hands.
Football hands are fun. They remind me that boys love dirt and tackling other boys with all their might. I gave birth to football hands.
These are the hands I cook pizza for, and huddle in the snowy stands to watch, and the hands that I’ll miss.
Until next year.
I think I’m going to go find my blanket now and weep.