Friday, September 21, 2012
Geoff's Freshman team played a local school's JV team and they got eaten alive like gazelles by lions in the sub-Saharan Veldt.
It was ugly. Fugly might be a better word.
Best part of the day was when the Hood Blimp took off from the local airport next door, and everyone was excited to see it.
Anyway, It is nice to see Geoff play in a lot of drives, unlike last year when it was one play a game. When we picked him up after the game, all the guys were laughing and having a great time when they got off the bus. It was so nice to see him laughing even after an epic and humiliating loss. He seems to get along better with this batch of guys, calling himself the Freshmore on the team, as they're all Freshmen and he's a Sophomore. He says these guys are his "bros" whereas he didn't seem to have that kind of connection with his grade-level classmates last year.
He had a lot to say about the loss, the fact that a freshman team should NEVER play a JV team...and I agree. He also said that he loves these guys, and hopes that they win a game. He also noted that he is playing better than he did even during week one when his very first play in the game drew an offsides for his team, right off the bat, because he was too eager to crush the bastards on the other team.
Compared to a year ago there is a lot of growth here. And I am intensely proud of him.
Here's to hoping he trains enough to get to that point. And does something great.
All told though, even though they got crushed.... I'm pleased. I saw some really good football, and when they got off the bus all laughing and joking and having a great time.... I knew it was all okay.
But I didn't love someone's grampa in the stands to my left.
The entire game he made derisive comments, jokes about our team. "oh, here you go, take the ball I'm afraid of it!" and "I wonder if their varsity team sucks as bad as they do?"
I don't think he knew that these guys were playing the THIRD GAME they've ever played together against a squad that was 1 to 2 years older, who had tons of experience in comparison. I wanted to go over and say something like "Hi, you do realize our team are Freshmen and one or two Sophomores and yours are all Juniors, Sophomores and a couple Freshmen, who have YET to take the field? Can you please stop ragging on my kids?" I take it totally personally and to heart that this guy was just ripping the hell out of these kids.
Yeah, they looked a mess.
But shut the fuck up. Just. shut. up. Just let them play even though it looks like lambs to slaughter.
I don't know what stopped me from saying something. Common sense or just the will to live.
Doug and I were the only people from our team sitting in the "home" bleachers, because Doug didn't give a damn and didn't want the sun in his eyes. All of the other parents were in the lame visitors seats across the field, and I wished we were with them. I miss some of the moms from last year like Cindy McD and Missy, both of whom have boys on the Varsity team.
But all told... honestly, this is a good fit for Geoff. I'm happy for it. And proud of me for not pushing an old fart off the top of the bleachers for ragging on "my boys."
Momma bear doesn't like when people pick on her babies.
And we got to see the blimp.
Posted by Christine G. at 10:14 PM