These past two weeks have been about football in our house. Messing and cleaning up uniforms. Talking plays. Talking sprints and burpees.
I don't know if he'll play a lot, considering he's a 4th grader on a 5th grade team. And that's probably okay, too. But oh my, does he love this. Every night, after 2.5 hours of practice, he's sweaty and stinky, and gloriously happy, discussing what great hits he made.
I guess I should probably learn something about this game, because it seems we might be in it for the long haul.
(On this play, he's playing center in the green socks)