Sprinting

I have made one very important observation during this year's tackle football season. Wes can skip every soccer practice that we have attended in the last five years with the excuse of work, but he can move heaven and Earth to attend all fifteen football practices that have transpired in a four week window. He just might be a bit proud that both boys are playing tackle football this year. So proud that the weekend training sessions might include stuffed dufflle bags, big sticks, and bright orange cones as far as the eye can see.

Tonight it was 5:23, and Wes still hadn't shown for the boys' first tackle football game. I assumed something serious must have happened at work to keep him. At 5:32 I see him across the field and then across the parking lot sprinting with the video camera on his shoulder - sprinting so he wouldn't miss his boys' first run through the paper banner designed by the cheerleaders.

Sprinting to he wouldn't miss Evan's first touchdown. It was a 50 yard punt return.

Sprinting so he wouldn't miss Keagan playing linebacker (yes, I am just as shocked as you), sacking the quarterback, stripping the ball from his hands, and causing one of the biggest turnovers of the game!

Sprinting because there is no other place he would rather be! I have to agree - even if we did lose 18 - 6.

This is the only context in which you will hear me say it, but Go STEELERS!!!