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Eagles Flying High Now
You can't watch history being made and not write about the moment, and you can't be from the Philadelphia area and not feel some type of way with excitement today.
The Rookie Fan, the Old Man & Football
For as long as you've known me IRL or via this blog, you know football hasn't been my thing. I had nothing but complaints for it. You can't love what you don't understand. This season (last year) was Christopher's third year of playing, and my first year really enjoying it....
Facebook always has the backstory...
I stewed about what I could write today just to get my feet wet in blogging again but I came up with nothing. Then something happened to put the icing on the backstory cake.
What is that SMELL?
I've been driving home from football practice with the car windows down, my trunk stinks and I know there's real dirt in the vacuum cleaner. Like real dirt dirt.
I'll be a good sport, but football isn't my department...
Watching Christopher at football practice last year wasn't something I enjoyed doing. I hated hearing the kids getting yelled at. There were a lot of tears, frustration over being new to the game, as well as the no pain no gain of practice. Game days were exciting, but I just don't share the same passion as other sports moms and I don't understand football.
Sports Moms: How do YOU spell relief?
I don't know if I am cut out to be a sports mom - as if I have a choice. The last 8 weeks almost seem like an out of body experience. Thanks to Facebook, I have proof that I was present.