He's a playah. Sortof.

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Remember when I told you Hunter was playing football this year? No? Well, scroll down and read some. Then come back and finish reading this.

He is in 8th grade this year, you know. And he has played most every sport except baseball. Last year he did wrestling, cross country and track. In years past he has done basketball and soccer. This was his first year playing football. The practices were awesome and he (I thought) was developing some amazing skills. 
He showed up to every practice and gave 110%. Well, except for those few days that we went hunting, then he gave 0% because he wasn't there. But that's beside the point that I am trying to make. What is my point, exactly? I'll tell you. 

On second thought, I'll just say this...
~Small towns are not exempt from coaches playing the "favorites" game.
~Football season has poor timing when it comes to deer hunting season.
~Our son is an amazing player.
~I am grateful to the (maddeningly biased) coaches who did not let our son play for more than 3 minutes this whole season, (5 games in all) because it means that his hamstring and ankles and knees and all other body parts will carry him through another year. 

But let me tell you this. 
Next year? 
Well, next year Mother Bear won't just  have a nice chitty chat with you. 
Next year she may just tear your head off and feed it to her cubs.

Comments

The Raguskus Family said…
Isn't it sad how that happens...especially at his age? I would be scared of this mama bear if I were his couch!!! :)
October 24, 2012 at 7:47 AM
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