There is a very important thing I have yet to warn you about. When it comes to this personality issue, I definitely should have a big giant red warning label. I am a sports nut- more importantly a football NUT. Most women (except most of my friends) love shopping, jewelry, dinner dates, romantic comedies and shoes. I LOVE FOOTBALL!! Not only do I love football- I am that even more annoying woman who actually understands football. I don’t speak fluent or even understand shopping, but football I’m all good. I love all types of football from youth, high school, college and NFL. Well- except for flag- that’s not football that’s just track with a ball. If you can put a helmet and pads on em- I’m all in!!
Football has taken a really bad rap in the media lately. The media is jumping on the anti-football bandwagon with coaches that actually tell children the non-sugar coated truth, concussions overload, and dying on the fields. If you just watched the news – all football players are going to drop dead or get dementia at any moment. If they don’t die they will have low self esteem because someone raised their voice at them. I understand the need to protect our children, but how far are we gonna go in our bubble wrap em world? Now before all of you over-protective, love gushing, my child can do no wrong, I’ll protect them from everything parents out there go on a tirade- let me explain something. I am a football mom and I have been for 10 years now. Trust me- I have sat through and attended more practices and games than most people ever will in their lives. I have had boob sweat and frozen eyelashes in one season- all for the love of my boys and the game. Guess what- my two parasites that play can still speak without a slur and neither has dropped dead yet. They are still alive even with their big ole ego’s that make me want to kill them myself some days.
My children were only given two rules before they started out on their football journey
1) There is NO crying in football
2) You will play where the coach needs you and play it to the best of your ability- period
My favorite of all time is bobble head football. I would have another child, if I could guarantee it was a boy and could give it away at 7 or 8, just to see bobble head football again. If you have ever experienced 5 and 6 year old football you understand. Their helmets are as big as they are and after every play it’s just a big ole pile of helmets and shoulder pads. This pile, or even just one who fell down, requires many grown men to run around the field picking children up. They are not picking them up because they got hurt- they can’t get up because their heads now weigh more than their little bodies. There are very few injuries in bobble head football- they do not hit hard enough. Most crying in bobble head football comes from- it’s hot, it’s cold, I fell down- not hitting. They are like herding cats. My youngest spent most of his kindergarten year leaned over with his head on the grass spinning on his helmet- cuz he thought it was fun.
As they grow the lessons and hitting gets proportionality harder- just like in life. The coaches get meaner and louder- just like in life. The effort they put in is directly proportionate to what they get out- just like in life. Everyone is not the superstar, but everyone has their part to play- just like in life.
So… Hey media- go harass Soccer, Lacrosse, Baseball, Gymnastics and Cheerleading, for their injuries a while. Those of us football fans will be just fine because we’ll still live by the best coaches line ever- There’s no crying in football!!!