It’s cold and rainy and just about as dark as can be around here these days. But our kids are happy and healthy, so who can complain? My parents came to visit, and my dad spent every second of every sporting event on the sidelines, with his big camera and his even bigger heart. Thanks to his apparent obliviousness to the weather, here are a few snippets from the most recent games. I was busy staying warm, so I’m glad he got a few!
Happy Friday, all. Go enjoy that weekend!
“Mom, Mom, so do you think the Packers will do better this year than last year,” he asks, as he plops down on my bed.
Looking up from my makeshift desk in my bedroom at our cottage: “I don’t know, honey. I’m really trying to get this article done.”
“The Packers are really good. But they haven’t won’t a Super Bowl since you were about 27. Right?”
“I guess that’s right. They won when I lived there.”
“So have they only won one Super Bowl while you’ve been alive?”
A bit exasperated, concentration broken: “I guess so.”
“Wait, no. No. They’ve won three Super Bowls. The first, the second and the thirty first. You were born in 1968, right, so you were alive for the second. But you were still zero.”
Silence.
“Right, mom? Right?”
“Hmmm, that sounds about right.”
Wait a minute. I’ve been around for almost as long as the Super Bowl? Ack, that’s depressing!
My oldest son started playing organized soccer when he was around 5 or 6, but he’s kicked around a ball since he started walking. When his little brothers came along, he taught them the finer points of the game as he understood them, so they could play, too. He practiced, and trained, and played his heart out year after year.
