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They stopped inviting us.
November 22nd, 2008
We don’t like sports. It is not just me, The Husband has great disdain for jocks as well. The Neighbors? They like sports, and often have people over to watch “the game”. We never have any idea which game they are talking about. They used to invite us over; not so much anymore though. One time we even had a friend ask us to do something called fantasy football, I thought it involved unicorns. I was wrong. This little jersey of our Alma Mater was a gift from Shoeshe. The Son has only worn it once, and that was to H’s birthday party, which had a sports theme. The Son took a football and pretended it was a car; H thought he was nuts.
I am so glad he has sporty friends because I want him to have the opportunity to be good at athletics. I’m not holding my breath though. The only team I was ever a part of was Model U.N. The Husband won second place at a national computer trouble-shooting competition last year. DNA is not in The Son’s favor athletically speaking. Hopefully The Neighbors will invite The Son over in a few years and teach him the point of the game.
Today we went to a football game, and The Son wore his jersey over his coat. I have no idea how it went because I am writing this in advance so that I can still be part of NaBloPoMo. I assure you that I had no idea what was going on, and that The Husband spent the whole time playing Tetras on his cell phone. The Son probably has popcorn stuck in his teeth again. Shoeshe most likely laughed at our ignorance, but we had fun anyway. I hope.
He does look kinda cute in his sporty shirt though doesn’t he?
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Odd these two photos taken in August make him look older than he does in those taken last week with the goldfish. Is it popcorn in the teeth causing that hilarious face in the above pic?
I do like the jersey. Hope he liked the ball game.
Well, at least the no-longer-politically-incorrectly-named-alma-maters WON that game! I imagine you got excited, even if you didn’t know why everyone else was yelling until the guy ran into the end zone. Go, You-Know-Who’s, “alot”-”alittle”, whooohooo. (PS: It’s my alma mater too, 3 times over.)
I doubt y’all were there to see the end of the game, but maybe y’all made it through. When I saw the half time score I was thinking there is no way they can leave!But then I thought you guys probably didn’t care.
We left at halftime. It was REALLY…REALLY…REALLY COLD!!! I mean cuddle-up-wear-a-coat-hat-gloves-scarf-loads-of-blankets-thermals-two-pairs-of-socks and still cold, cold. So we left.
Besides, Hey You didn’t so much know what was going on at all. She’d say, “Aww!” when the other team lost the ball (everyone else was cheering), and had no idea why everyone was booing (The Husband worried about teaching The Son bad sportsmanship).
Actually, it was kinda funny to watch Hey You watch football.
I admire them for taking The Son to a football game, even though they aren’t really fans of football. It’s like they’re encouraging him to be his own little man. Most parents don’t so much do that anymore. Most parents try to live vicariously through their children nowadays. But if that were the case, the poor little kid would already be training for MUN debates and caucuses…or computer programming tournaments (who knew they even had those?).
Congrats to some of the best parents I’ve ever met on raising a well-rounded and precious little boy.
Grammy, maybe the reason that he looked so young in the goldfish pics would be due to the cute little footed pajamas he was wearing, whereas above he is wearing a jersey, jean shorts, and Converse sneakers.