So proud

(He's the one taking off, closest to the ref)

Today my baby -- err, I mean -- son (dang, I keep doing that!) played in his first football game! First. Ever. Woot.
He started and played in more than 3/4 of it. He made a great tackle (they announced his name over the speakers!). Then, later in the game he made a safety for 2 points!!! Double woot.
I know almost nothing about football. In fact, don't ask what position he played cuz I don't know. Hey -- don't be thinking I'm a lame mom -- he played different positions the whole time! Well, OK, I'm a wee bit lame. I don't know what any of them were. If he were the quarterback I'd know that. Or the kicker. See, not totally lame.
Anyway, I surprised myself at the game. Football can bring things out in you that in every day life would be most unladylike.
Or maybe it's just football that your baby --- dang, son is playing. I never thought I'd hear myself yelling (at the top of my lungs), "Get him!". Or "HIT HIM!" (picture Eliza Doolittle at the horse race in "My Fair Lady"). Yep, a bit of a surprise. Maybe I should yell that in the house when the boys are fighting. It would probably shock them into getting along. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Sorry, I'm wiping the tears of laughter out of my eyes. That was rich. Though I may try it just to scare them. THAT would be rich!
So I was a very proud mom today -- even though I may not always know what's going on - exactly - I'm still proud!
Oh, and they won --- 20-14!! Triple woot.
(Post game picture)