Every year, we have a Mandatory Warren Event (I call them MWEs) at the start of football season. I require the attendance of my extended family at the Warren house in the Woods for our small town football season opener at home. It’s a weekend of chaos and eating and campfires by the lake, and touch football in the backyard (although my daughter seems to think it’s TACKLE MOM football.
Super Bowl 2011
Warrens like football.
A lot.
And we had the privilege of hanging out with our boys’ football coach for the big game. We didn’t have money for jerseys…so we made our own.
The grand finale
Football season is over.
I think we need to pause here for a moment of silence, of mourning…of WARMTH.
It was getting COLD sitting out there in the stands.
But my boys are worth it.
However, it was with great sadness that I couldn’t attend the final game of the season – the first playoff game.
This is what happens when men are in charge.
Football Hands
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).
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