I have a love/hate relationship with football.  Actually, now that I think about it - it's mostly a hate relationship with football with a huge amount of love for the little man in my life that insists on playing the game.  He, on the other hand, has a LOVE/LOVE relationship with the game - and why he does, I'll never know...  But, because he lives and breathes football, we support him and his dreams to one day play in the NFL.  (Lord help me...)  But, I have to say, my little man playing football has benefited me in a few ways.  One benefit is the knowledge I now have that my heart is in good cardiac condition.  I know this, because my heart pounds 100 miles a minute out of my chest, during his games.  It is good to know that I won't soon die of a heart attack, (even though it feels like it), every time they send my little man into a battle zone.      

Here's my little man, #28, wide receiver, 
heading out to battle.
Here comes the beating heart...  
Breathe, Jenny, Breathe! 

It's OK.
  Maybe they won't send the play his way.
  Maybe they'll just forget he's even out there!
Maybe he will develop magical powers 
and become invisible, and. and. and.

Oh no.  
Oh no. no. no!
  #6 what do you think you are doing?
Don't give him that ball!!!

OK #6.  You are in so much trouble after the game.

Run, little man, Run!!
Breathe, Jenny, Breathe!!

Wait. a. second.  
Who was supposed to be blocking #92?!!!!
And, what the heck are they feeding that kid?!!!

Alright, I want to see some papers on this kid.
NO WAY he is 11 years old!!
Someone wearing red - please help my little man!

OK - WHEW!  Thank you red!
Wait a minute...
WHO HAS #92?!!!

Magical Powers... Magical Powers... Magical Powers...
Invisible... Invisible... Invisible...
How is my heart not exploding?!!

It has exploded.  
It has exploded with pride and joy 
for my SUPER TOUGH little man,
who took one of the hardest hits I have ever seen,
by 2 or 3 kids triple his size,
held onto the ball,
and got up,
and still (don't ask me why)
The cutest and toughest wide receiver 
to ever play football.

a little side note:  no, I don't have any photos of the hit that Cade took from the huge X-men.  I saw it all through my zoom lens, and I think I actually did have a heart attack at that point, and pressing the shutter button as you are having a heart attack is more difficult than you  might think...  this problem of being too nervous and too excited to take pictures of him during his shining moments has made him a little mad at me.  What can I say?  I'll try to do better next time...  if I can just remember to breathe...


'Ole Lisa said...

Jen....I agree! What the heck are they feeding #92? A side 'o beef with a generous helping of....beef! There is such a difference in size at this age. I would have been freakin' out and I think you did a great job getting the pictures that you did get. Way to go Caden! I am impressed!

cathy said...

nice Jenny-I loved the commentary-again #92-where did he come from? He is some type of a giant? Your boys a tough guy! Did Chad ever play football?

I'm Jenny said...

Thanks Lisa and Cathy!!
You seriously would be amazed at the size of some of these X-men that we play against!! We played against a team 2 weeks ago that had one kid that weighed 180. HUGE, HUGE, HUGE kids. (Cade weighs in at a whopping 76 pounds...) I can't believe they are even allowed to play. I totally think they should form the leagues by weight and not age! Good thing Caden is fast and tough. Cathy - Chad loves football, but never played. Cade just can't get enough! Thanks for the comments - it's good to hear from you!!

Tara said...

I also have an 11 year old who loves football. Would play 24-7 year round if he could. I take my camera to each of my boys football games and usually the only picture I get is of them running on the field to start the game and after that either my 16 yr old daughter will take it or it gets put under my chair because I can't figure out how to take pictures, shout and not try to run with him when he gets the ball. Way to much drama for this mama!!