yesterday was peyton's first game. after 6 weeks of practice, the time had come. in the days prior there was confusion over uniforms (we got them friday, less then 24 hours before first game). parents arguing over numbers (yes, parents, the kids don't care). parents saying unkind things about the confusion. blaming people who volunteer 15+ hours a week to teach THEIR kids football. i swear, this is what gets me about organized sports. for every parent that volunteers, there are 10 parents who will whine, curse and be mean to said volunteer. we have 29 kids on our team, but you know how many come to practice? about 10 parents maybe. yes, TEN. and, mind you that those 20+ absent parents signed a form that they would, AT ALL TIMES, have a parent on the field when their child was there. it isn't child-care people. i see your son get a touchdown, i see your son catch the ball or make a great tackle, you have no idea what you are missing while you are sitting home drinking a beer or at the salon getting a pedi.
i just wish parents would participate more and whine less. i think that if you do not have the time to take part in your child's activities, then you have no right to whine about what goes on if you AREN'T there. and don't whine about not being told to arrive early when you would have heard the news to arrive early if you HAD BEEN THERE.
[ok, off my soap box now]
i digress, so back to yesterday, it was the first game and they played out in la quinta (which is pronounced "la KEENTA' if you say "la kwinta" people will look at you funny. anyway, if you have never been to la quinta, close your eyes and think of tall pretty palm trees, people driving around in little golf carts and then think of the deepest hottest place in HELL and there you have it. it was 111 degrees IN THE SHADE. our poor guys were in full uniform and running in this heat. i was just taking pictures and could feel myself melting. i didn't have a ponytake holder and even though the normal me would find this unthinkable, i was searching the ground for a pony, anything to get my hair off my neck! the boys went through all their water before the game even started.
besides the unfathomable heat and misery, the game fantastic. the boys kicked butt. the offense held the line, the players who run the ball RAN THE BALL, and the defense held the opponents. they kicked butt on that field and won 32 to 6 (it was 30 something, but dumb me forgot to take a pic of the scoreboard), whatever it was, they did so good. our boys worked hard. so hard, that after one of our touchdowns, the little guy started puking on the field! the coaches were so proud of the offensive line (of course my peyton is a lineman) that they let the entire O line run the ball in the final minutes, i saw them handing peyton the ball (through my viewfinder of course) and was like, "what are they doing? peyton never runs the ball" i looked at paul and he was laughing too. of course peyton only made it a few steps, but he loved it. the game ended and they all celebrated. they did good, they did what was asked... they "watered la quinta's field." this is what the coach tells them to do, go "water the field." they do so with their blood, sweat and tears.
way to go guys!!!!

