And so the game went on, from bad to worse until we couldn't even recognize our sons! In fact, we couldn't even tell what color team some of them were on!
The game quickly became less about football and more about who could stay upright!
As you can see, some faired better than others!
Next time someone tells you to eat dirt, THIS is really what they are saying!
Unfortunately, the half time pep talk didn't do any good and we lost! Can you tell?
But even so, our guys were good sports about it, just like they were for EVERY OTHER GAME OF THE WHOLE SEASON! Can someone say "Houston, we have a problem?"
As you can see from the scoreboard in the background, the field was not the only thing that got ugly! Yep! That's Golden Bears 8, Green Eagles (or the Green Giants as I called them) 40.
Here's some shots of the action. Sorry so many, but my family are about the only people that read this blog anyway and they're interested in seeing him!
The bright spot of the whole day was my son!
He had the time of his life, rolling around in the mud and sticking a dirt filled mouthguard on his already questionably clean teeth (if I don't remind him to brush, it doesn't get done! Just one more reminder of how I have failed at mothering.) One of those sets of legs are his!
He was #29 until you couldn't see his number anymore. Then he became the boy with the gold arms, the only one on the team with gold underarmour.
This is probably one of those plays that ended in part of that 40 points you saw earlier on the scoreboard. You know those plays? You know that no one is going to catch the kid with the ball, but you hustle down the field anyway so that the coach doesn't single you out and call you an idiot! And these kids are smart! They stay in a pack so that they can't be singled out!