Yeah! Hubby, sons, fil and uncle are done with Linemeninc for the year! They did two 3 day camps this year. One in Long Beach and the other in Stockton. Number two son did a third camp in Monterey. I am happy to report they are all home and in one piece. A bit sun burned, a lot tired but supremely satisfied.
At both camps there were the usual player injuries associated with hitting hard. Linemen hit Warren Sapp and Tony Siragusa hard.
You see ladies this is football. No pussies allowed. And the pussies that showed up? They went home to mama as fast as she could turn around and pick them up. I swear some of these boys come to camp with their mother’s tit still stuck in their mouth. Geez-us! Cut those damn apron strings!
So last night all my men came home. I am proud to say, not one of them called mama to come rescue them.
As we all sat around the kitchen table over mass quantities of beef and potatoes last night, (along with my mil, daughter, and her fiancÃ© [I love saying that!]) recanting the camp, it was like sitting in the locker room after winning the Super Bowl. Spirits were high, appetites were voracious, the guys were beat to hell but elated, and they could not stop smiling.
They had been in guy heaven! And even after the grueling pace in the valley heat they could not let it go. A detailed recap was necessary.
Now, mind you, there were only two female staff members at the So Cal camp. My niece who hubby brings on to sign for the kids from the California School for the Deaf football team and the trainer. At the Nor Cal camp the trainer was the lone female.
I’ve been around these guys. Retired NFL players, college coaches, high school coaches and high school linemen from freshmen to seniors, and let me tell you, the testosterone is rampant, and it flies high. It does not land. Most females would run the other way covering their ears. So, I have to hand it to my niece. She’s a tough cookie, and a smart chicky to boot, and of course her cousins were there to make sure none of the players got, um, too frisky. Oh and her 6′ 8″ father, the camp photographer, isn’t one to mess with either. Of course Coach Tabke sets the respectable behavior bar very high from the get go. So there have never been any problems. And linemen as a whole are a polite group of men.
So we ate, drank and made merry until almost midnight. As I sat at the end of the table and watched my father-in-law and his older brother high-five my oldest boy, and my youngest son get a hug from his dad, and absorbed the simple heartfelt camaraderie of all of these Tabke men, I realized they shared something very special. Linemeninc is a family affair, and while my hubby is cofounder and camp director, he couldn’t do it without his father and sons. My fil’s older brother loves camp. The other family members involved are two cousins who are photographers, my niece as I said, who signs, and maybe next year my soon-to-be son-in-law has expressed interest in going and helping out.
Karin, why aren’t you involved, you may ask? Simple. While it is a family affair, it’s a Tabke male family affair. I know me. I’d be too busy being mom and wife. I’d want to hang out with the coaches. And well, out of respect for hubby they would inwardly groan but welcome me. And how much fun would that be for them?
Bottom line: It’s not about me. I don’t want to intrude and mess with something that is very special to my men.
But I’ll tell you what. After listening to the stories my guys told last night and more stories yet to be told? Boy do I have guy fodder for many many books to come.
Which brings me to a question. What real life experiences do you draw from for your characterization?