Yay! Rah Rah Rah Shish Boom Bah! It’s begun!
Number one son had his first game yesterday. They lost to New Mexico. 🙁 Number two son had a four team scrimmage Friday night under the lights, and my boy who is the starting strong safety and starting on all special teams and one of four sets of running backs looked excellent! The kid is a natural athlete. I love watching him run with the ball, jukeing, spinning and jumping over linebackers as they dive for his knees. I call him the Artful Dodger. I love watching him on defense, hunker down and read the offense, readjust himself and other players then go in for the kill. It is a true thing of beauty. His passion for the game is contagious, and he feels on top of the world when he makes a hit or carries the ball.
For my oldest boy, who plays center, he doesn’t get the glory. As a linemen he never has. Nevermind the O linemen are the smartest players on the field and the Center is the guy who runs the offense. No O line? Then you got nuttin’. It takes a mean ass D-linemen to get to the QB when number one son is on the field.
Hubby is doing what he loves as much as he loved being a cop. He coaches. The kids love him, the parents love him, and he loves the game. He comes home exhausted but exuberant. We are lucky both of us to being doing what we love.
Do any of you remember the scene in APOCALYPSE NOW, when Robert Duvall is striding on a beach in Viet Nam, jets are flying overhead dropping barrels of explosives, and invigorated Duvall says, “God, I love the smell of napalm in the morning.”
Well, that’s me. “God, I love the smell of football in the fall.”
Okay, off the football cheer. I just wanted to let you know what time of year it is for me, and where you can find me if you come looking.
Tomorrow I’m going to chat about conflict between the h and h, and take a poll that may interest us all. The results I think may have a direct affect on the level of conflict our characters are challenged with in our stories.
In the meantime, write on.