It's game day, sports fans! Don't get me wrong, I'm not disillusioned enough to think that we'll actually pull off a win today, but the excitement is enough for me.
The boy came up to me this morning and said:
Boy: Mom, we are watching the game this afternoon, right?
Me (screwing with him): It's a possibility.
Boy: What exactly do you mean by 'It's a possibility?' You do understand that this is the most important game of my life, right?
Start 'em young. Raise 'em right. ;) He's outside now in his old H. Walker 'uniform' running around like a nut case. I threw the football with him for a while, but he doesn't so much care for playing with me because whereas he can catch everything I throw, I apparently do not put forth enough effort to catching his balls. I, however, maintain that the ball must be thrown within a 50 foot radius of me in order to be considered worthy of shagging.
Even the girl got into the action. She's so much fun to watch football with. For some crazy reason she can pick up the whole field with those little eyes and catch penalties before the refs throw flags. In a game earlier this year, we're all sitting on the couch and she yells, "Holding! You can't do that!" The man and I look at each other like she's nuts, the flag is thrown, and....it's holding. Crazy.
It's been since my freshman year in college since I've been to a Georgia game, but this year my sister-in-law's friend, who has season tickets, went into labor and couldn't use theirs. Woot! Game on! It was just so awesome to be part of the crowd again, and the day was just beautiful.
The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams....if you commit to the G.
UPDATE: The girl's telling us to take our places and get ready and I just found the boy in all of his glory.