Tuesday Night Lights

Tuesday is football night. Yes, its true. If you have a seventh grade football player, it is indeed football night. Hunter is on the Longhorn Seventh Grade "A" team. Chad and I agree that it is important that one of us be in attendance at all football games. I want to make sure that someone is there in the event that he does get hurt. (This is a remote chance, and I am not a super paranoid parent, but someone should be there.) So, that means that Chad goes to all of the away games. Breastfeeding and seventh grade football games don't mix. When there is an away game, I stay home with the little kids. When there is a home game, we all go, and Chad stays with the babies until there is a meltdown. Then he goes home and I stay.

Last night, I stayed. But, this was our first Tuesday night game with the babies. We decided to load up the wagon. Its a two-seater. If you don't have one of these, be sure to ask Santa for one. It is great. My niece calls it the "dragon" as we dragged the kids around in it all weekend! Way better than a double stroller. We even took it to Target, but that's another story.

The game was okay and the kids were fine. At half-time, it was bed time. Chad headed toward home and I was left to interpret the game by myself. It was a different world. I looked around the stands, and I realized, I knew 1 parent in the entire crowd. This was a DIFFERENT crowd. The parents that remained were die hard. There was a ton of yelling: at the coaches, at the officials, at the timekeeper, and at the kids. Luckily, I have been studying the game and was able to understand most of what was going on.

I don't know what I think about being in this particular parent crowd. The dads that were there were VERY critical of every kid on the field. And they would scream things to the kids on the field. There seemed to be pecking order in the crowd. The dad of the son that was getting the most yards had the "right" to be the most critical. And of course, anything great that happened was a result of "their teaching" or "their coaching." This seemed to go on between 5 or so parents. I am glad that Hunter had a good game and none of these crowd experts were compelled to yell at him. I think if they had, I might not have been able to keep my mouth shut... and then Chad would have had to figure out how to get 2 sleeping babies out of bed to come get me out of jail.