2 Things

First thing:

So this morning I am taking my normal hour commute into cubicle hell and I notice the tell-tale sign of the Steelers season beginning;  a corporate looking fellow donning a Greg Loydd #95 jersey ever so neatly tucked into his khakis, penny loafers (no socks of course) and a murse (man bag).  Now granted it is VERY early to be wearing a jersey of any kind to what I can only assume is his office, but to be so belligerent in the method of display is inexcusable.  If I were this person’s boss I would have fired him on the spot.  If I were a co-worker of this particular idiot he would most likely have a verbal thrashing unleashed upon him.   Look dude, upgrade to at least a current player and for CHRIST SAKE take the jersey out of your pants!!  You are making us all look like fools.  You deserve a flogging and if you weren’t on the other side of the street I may have just ran your ass down.

This person is a douche bag for making me start my day in a horrible mood.


Second thing:

Over the past 6-9 months my oldest boy (6yrs) has decided that he loves football and wants to play on a team.  Surprisingly, there are actual full contact leagues in our area for kids his age.  I find this to be a bit disturbing as children that small and in the developmental stages of existence shouldn’t really be taking blows to the head.  Fortunately, we found a flag football league run by a church in our area that seems to be a perfect fit.  The boy gets to learn some of the basics of the game and gather a positive experience thus fostering growth within the sport.  Anyway….I took my boy to his evaluation session which consisted of 7 different stations, 4 running, 1 catching on the move and 2 throwing.  The running and throwing went excellent as expected but I suddenly realized that I have never actually thrown a pass to him while he was moving!!  This seemed to disturb my boy for a couple of moments until I explained that this is how the game is played.   He looked me dead in the eye and told me that he would do his best.  (I was proud of my boy at that moment as he is not normally super brave or daring when it comes to these new things).  So there are 2 cones about 7 yards apart that the boys need to run across and try to catch the ball thrown by the “coach”.  My boy is 3rd in line for this drill and seems to be studying how to accomplish this difficult task.  The 1st boy in line is a 3rd grader and catches 4 out of 5 passes thrown to him.  The 2nd boy (2nd grade) get 0 out of 5 and begin to cry, he is swept up by his mommy and taken away (cry baby).  Now it is my boys turn.  He begins to run across the field and the pass is coming right for him, he get his hands up like his daddy taught him when disaster strikes.  The coach had moved up 10 yards closer as the younger boys (mine is in 1st grade) get thrown to from a shorter distance but forgot to take a bit off of the pass.  The “bullet” pass splits my boys hands and cracks him directly in the face!  My boy runs to the other side of the field refusing to cry although you can see the tears swelling and his little chin quivering.  He pauses a moment takes a couple of deep breaths and comes back for pass number 2.  He drops pass 2 -4 but comes up with a great catch on number 5.  The pride felt by his father that day was incredible.  I told him good job after that drill and played it down a bit sending him off to the passing drills.  After doing a wonderful job at the passing skills test, the session was over.  I took him aside and told him just how proud I was of him.  The only thing he had to say to me was that we needed to work on him catching the ball on the move and how happy he was to be playing.

The pride continues. 

I think that this upcoming football season is going to provide great fodder for this blog.  Stay Tuned.