My son plays little league football and I enjoy watching his games. Though I've never been a big football fan, I'm becoming one. I love the sunny fall days and am starting to understand some of the game enough to kind of know what's going on.
It's not like his first year of flag football anymore where I cheered when someone made a touchdown and my neighbor standing next to me said, "Um, that was the other team that made that touch down," and I said, "Oh, well, I cheer for both sides."
A few weeks ago when my son's team was losing and he came to get some water on the sidelines, I went over and told him to get mad and hit someone. I turned around and saw a couple standing there and sheepishly said, "This is the only time it's okay to say that to your kid."
On a side note: Last week one of the coaches from the team he played this week watched their game and asked me what we fed our boys, raw meet? Cuz they're so big. Nope. Just beets. Yep, they're the Beet Diggers. #2 worst name in the nation. Go Beet Diggers!