Okay here is a riddle of sorts,
Who drives an hour and a half
to a football game in Geneva,
when its freaking cold outside
to watch the team get clobbered
and the one player you want to see
play go into the game at the very end
to play a whole 3 minutes?
Am I insane or just a mother?
What is the difference between the two?
Does it not take alot of insanity to make it
through ?
If you have the answer to the above questions keep them to yourself I don't want to know. Ian didn't care he got to go in and that is all that counts to him. Not for how long just that he got to smack some guys around is all that it takes to pump him up.
Sara's swim team lost by only 12 points on Thursday. I wish it had been a little more. In reality they could have beaten the unbeatable team for the first time on record if she had swam. I watched her watch the races she usually does with agony on her face. You could tell she wanted to jump in the pool soooooo bad. I am hoping on Tuesday she gets a clean bill of health and she will be able to prove it in counties and sectionals and whoop them and they won't know what hit them. The team was a mixed bag of feelings, the seniors were mad at her for "ruining" their senior year. Most everybody else was worried about Sara. Kids. The parents in the stands were outwardly concerned but a few of them you could tell the words out of their mouths were different at home. Parents.
I am off to yet another sport event today but at least it will be a warm and toasty inside swim meet.
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