Evan had his first day of football camp this morning. For two
years he has asked to play football and we have been hesitant to allow him to
play. We might be from Texas where football is the sport of choice and Evan
might have been able to do a three point stance at 18 months, but we were
really hoping that he would find another sport to play. But this spring I
relented and signed him up for a week long program. Because this particular
camp is non-tackle and a beginner skills camp, I thought it would be a good way
to introduce Evan to the game. And I also thought that he would give up the
idea of playing football after spending 2.5 hours in the July heat running
monotonous drills with kids three and four years older than him. However, today
Evan went to camp with a temp of 75 degrees and overcast skies. Strike one for
mom. Even if he was the youngest, he was as big as the nine year olds and felt
at no disadvantage. Strike two for mom. The drills that the coach demonstrated
for the boys were actually quite complicated and kept Evan's attention. Strike
three for mom. When we left, I reminded Evan he still had four more days.
Again, I was thinking(hoping) he might not be as ethusiastic about playing.
However, he response: "Only four?"
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