Saturday, B had a flag football game. Since I was unable to attend the game last week, I was super excited to go to his game this weekend. After a few hours of baseball practice, N and I both donned our Cowboys apparel and headed off to pick B up from his dad's house. His dad and stepmom had to attend a wedding that afternoon/evening, so they were unable to be at the game.
And it's probably for the best...because the other team were terrible sports.
One of the things I want to make sure my boys know is how important it is to be a good sport...win, lose, or tie. As long as they do their best, they work hard and improve, and they're having fun, I'm good with losing games. N's coach said it best when he said, "I don't care if we lose every single game, if we're playing with integrity." I couldn't agree more. Yes, it's fun to win, but when you put winning above all else, it takes the fun out of the game.
Case in point: The Broncos. From the very beginning, this team was out for blood...and I'm not just talking about the players. They took their cues from the coaches and dads who were running up and down the sidelines, screeching until the cords popped out in their necks, calling boys out who weren't making the plays, and pointing out all of the flaws on our team as well. I mean, I know every single player is clearly headed for the NFL, but for the love of Pete...they're 9. And it's flag football.
They had one kid tackling instead of pulling off flags, and each time they would receive a 10 yard penalty, the coach would gleefully hoot, "I'll take that penalty! Keep it up, boys!" What does that teach their team? Bad sportsmanship. That's what.
I told B's stepmom about it later, and she said, "Oh man...I'm glad both of us weren't there at the same time. It would've been ugly." And she's right. To a point. I voiced my frustration to the coach, but I did so after the game. He was trying so hard to keep his cool during the game, and I don't blame him. HE was the best example of being a good sport on that entire field, and when the game was over, his team proved that ten times over by having a great conversation about how important it is to learn from each game they play. It did my frustrated mom heart some good, let me tell you.
Sunday brought a half-day of sitting at home, waiting for the plumber to arrive. On Saturday morning, I was showering before baseball practice, when the water pressure went super low and started making weird noises. I figured that N had turned on the shower in his bathroom and the sprinklers must have kicked on...it wasn't until I turned around with a head full of conditioner that I noticed water spewing out of the faucet instead of the shower head. Lovely. The faucet was at an odd angle, so I contacted my landlord and he contacted a plumber. When the man arrived this afternoon, he looked at the faucet and said, "Well...that's creative."
Like anyone should expect anything less from me.
He replaced the faucet, and I was back in business! I celebrated with a bubble bath and music so loud it drowned out the arguing in the living room. I think. I locked my bedroom door and my bathroom door to give me an added buffer from the noise. That is what you call "smart parenting."
This whole blood moon thing has gotten a whole lot of hype, but it's super cloudy. The boys and I stood outside watching, but all we got out of it was bug bites.
Maybe it won't be cloudy in 2033.
Aubs
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