Most of you know me. Some of you are just my BBFF - best blogging friends forever (thanks Eileen) - but most of you actually know me. I'm not a worrier - I'm a water-off-a-duck's-back kinda gal. I'm the same way with my children. I don't worry. Sometimes people are like "doesn't such-and-such scare you?" And maybe the problem is not only doesn't it scare me - it doesn't even occur to me that I should worry. Is that good? Bad? Somewhere in between?
Well, kids - the lamb was sent to slaughter this weekend. I'm officially worried. Owen got CREAMED on Sunday. Not just hit, like "rrrrrrrr, this is FOOTBALL." CREAMED with a capital EAMED. He didn't get up. Those Slicer boys just came over the line and pummeled my boy. And then he didn't get up. And he wasn't moving. And I've flashed back to every sports film I've ever seen where the hit gets replayed in slow motion and wham!wham!wham! and he's not moving. First I just stood up. Then I came down to the bottom of the bleachers. I contemplated running onto the field. But Coach Kevin was running faster than I've seen in years, so I felt good about that, at least. But I didn't know what was happening and it was scary. I'm surprised the Janet wasn't out there, to be quite honest. She kept her cool better than I did! And when it comes to her grandkids, no one can lose her cool like the Janet. :)
He got up after a few minutes and ran off the field - sat out a couple of plays and then was back in it. He took quite a few horrible hits yesterday - one where kids actually came at him from the front and the back and he kind of got scissored. Yowzers. Usually I wait for his reaction before I react - when he pops back up and runs to the huddle, I breathe just fine. But in those moments where he doesn't - I think my heart stops.
On the flip side, Alex looks to be quite the aggressive player these days in soccer. His first game is next Monday. I'll try to have some pics.
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What's the name of that song? Mothers, don't let your sons grow up to be cowboys. Only in my case it was play football. I know the feeling. It isn't pretty. You want them to enjoy the sports they love and bond with good old dad, but there's bound to be some one who goes too far with it and is out for blood. Maybe not literally, but they act like the kids are professionals instead of teaching them sportsmanship and fundamentals. None of my boys would play the violin!
I would have played the violin but my parents were too cheap. They insisted we play the piano that was down in the basement, that didn't work.
Back to Owen. He'll be fine. He needs to be in good physical condition if he wants to continue to play quarterback though. The bigest thing he has to worry about are his knees. I would put him in protective knee devices now before he gets one blown out. Also, the kids should be taught not to hit "helmet to helmet." That is fundamental football. Basically, he'll end up sore the days after games and will probably start spending more and more time in the hot tub. Also, he needs to make sure he is completely warmed up and physically ready to play.
Of course you are concerned for your son while he's playing the game. You're his mother for crap's sake. Finally, the hits look worse than they feel....Most of the time.
Mostly the hits don't bother me. If he gets up and goes right back to the huddle, I don't give it a second thought. But that one - he didn't get up...he didn't move...ask Jul - it was a breath-stopper for sure.
They do typical warm-ups/stretching...and I try to make him get lots of rest before games. I'm sure he could be more physically prepared.
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