A few months ago, Alex expressed an interest in playing football. We were like, "Huh? Where is this coming from?" Despite the love of sports and watching it in our household, our oldest is not the athlete of the year by any means.So... who's to say no to that little burning desire in his heart?
Why not? His best friend from school also wanted to play, so his mom and I signed them up.
We are not looking for the next Joe Montana, John Riggins, or Jerry Rice. We are just hoping that he has fun and enjoys his time playing flag football this season.
Things, as of yesterday, were not too organized with the league we signed the boys up in. Jerseys are not yet in. The boys played in practice jerseys. The games were running late, so we didn't even begin our game until 45 minutes after it was scheduled. Our team didn't even have a head coach until yesterday, the day of the game. Wow!
A couple of parents were overheard saying that the team was stinky, but what do you expect when no one steps up to the plate before the first game to head coach? Our new head coach doesn't even have a child playing on the team (Now that's dedication!), but he seems eager to teach the kiddos some football. We were not the best team by any means, but now with three practices a week (Ugh!)... I'm sure that they will only get better. Alex and his friend will only be able to make it to two practices a week since scouts is on the same day as one of the practices, and it means more to Alex and the family that he continues with his growth in scouting. But... we are looking forward to not necessarily marks in the win column but a boy who learns more about football, begins to enjoy playing more sports, learns good sportsmanship, and grows even more to be the good, young man that he is. And... this was evident when I observed him, on a couple of occasions, patting his teammates on the back saying things like, "Nice job!" or "Good try!"
Play Ball!
Go, Scorpions!


