Grandson Mitchell’s high school football team finished 2nd in the ESPN (Madison) contest for the most exciting game of previous week. Alas, no truckload of Gatorade.
Starbucks coffee is re-introducing their “pumpkin” coffee lattes. Supposedly pumpkin is popular. Starbucks has gone to all natural pumpkin additives. $3.50 for a small cup of flavorless beverage with 300 calories. I can hardly control my excitement.
If you are a guy, you are obligated to be “tough”. If you are a big burly football player, “crying” isn’t part of your vocabulary. Football players don’t cry. Last Friday night the planets aligned perfectly and Sheboygan North high school’s football team came from behind in the fourth quarter and won 21-18. This might not seem like a big deal but North didn’t win a single game last year. The lost their first league game this year by 30 points. Friday night all the hard work turned out. A win. The win released a torrent of emotion. Excitement. Joy. Tears. Yes, tears of joy. But there is no crying in football. Apparently there is. When all the off-season conditioning pays off, relief in the form of tears. When all the practice and game discipline pays off, tears. When the team comes together to reach their collective goal, tears. There are pictures to prove tough football players cry. Okay, just this once, the players will be forgiven. They have to promise never to cry again!
If the rain stops, your Mom and I might venture to Ray Nitschke territory (his home town of Pulaski) to watch Grandson Tommy play frosh football. If his team pulls out a win, I’ll cry.
Love,
Dad