Life is like a... football game...

(Hema enjoying some fruit at halftime)

This is a bit late, but last Saturday little Hema's team beat their opponent 21-0 (game #2). You've never seen such a hardworking, hard hitting bunch of 1st & 2nd graders... as long as a butterfly or a jet doesn't fly by to distract them... but hey... they are just a bunch of kids...right?! Half of the time they aren't sure what they are doing and the other half they seem to run like a well oiled machine. Little Hema has his moments of brilliance and then those occasional brain lapses. I know it probably frustrates the other coaches, but when these moments happen all I do is smile or laugh out loud (depending on the enormity of the error), shake my head, give him some words of encouragement and motivation, and then pat him on the helmet and send him on his way. I do have my moments though, but it is usually not about football... I think. It seems to be those moments when he is staring off into the distance, standing and watching the little girls soccer team practicing while the guy he is suppose to tackle runs past him, or when he is teaching one of his team mates "Miss Sue" (a patty cake kind of game... that I now regret teaching him) in the middle of our drills. So... I guess it does have something to do with football. But you know what? I wouldn't trade it for the world. Loving every minute of it. 

Here are some nice photos my wife took of our little guy in action.

Football is nothing without cheerleaders... and of course they don't care one ounce about the game...  just cell phones, jewelry, and looking cute.

And here is a shot of my angel... who likes to watch things from this vantage point but unfortunately can't during games because dad is running around on the sidelines.

Football Rocks!!!  -- Big Hema