In Texas, we take our football very seriously, and this means that training starts at an early age. Little Man has played flag-football for 3 years and now that he's reached the ripe old age of nine, the real training has begun. TACKLE.I don't know who's more excited to put on pads and pound some flesh - the boys or their Dads. Oh hell, we all know it's the Dads. We were on our way to the game on Saturday and Randy says, "Little Man, you ready to play a great game today?" He replies, "Dad, I just wanna get out there and HIT somebody!". "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!," Randy yells. I just sigh and roll my eyes. I am in for a lot of this over the next 10 years. Yippee.
Fortunately, I really love football so these games are really fun to watch. And, it's not too nerve-wracking because the boys don't weigh that much, so how hard can they really hit each other? That's what I tell myself anyway... And they do look awfully cute in their uniforms. Don't 'cha think?
