P52 | Week 4 | My Town

I think of a country song when I hear the phrase “my town”….not sure I like that or not. Last night, I went out and shot around fifty pictures of various things, and this is the one I chose to use. I picked it because it’s personal to me. The other images may have done a better job of representing a majority of the people where we live, but for our family, this image is a good reminder of what this town has meant to us.

We moved to this town because of this field. My husband spent countless hours here for six years, and I spent many, many Friday nights cheering he and his team to victory after victory. There honestly weren’t too many losses to speak of, but the few there were, were hard. He loved his time here, and even though he’s moved on to another school and team, this place will always hold a special spot in our hearts.

{side note–I wish I had a wide angle lens to use here. Love my nifty fifty, but on my crop camera it doesn’t always capture as much as I’d like…}

my town web


Week 11!?!?!

So the mighty, mighty Redskins made the playoffs. Glory! (and if I’m being honest, crap.) Game 10 was a nail-biter for sure. (side-note: failed to blog game 9, which was an amazing win against Ada. A very good game, and quite the upset!) Back to game 10. Senior night. Home game. Rivalry. Predicted to lose. My hubby becomes quite the competitor and planner. He came home from work one night all excited about how they were going to “one up” the Panthers. Apparently, they’d gotten wind that Harrah had decided to warm up on their own field and walk onto ours at the last minute. He then got to brainstorming ideas of how they could outdo Harrah’s last minute arrival. Here’s the entrance:

If I’m being honest, I struggle(d) with this entrance. I just feel there’s something to be said for coming on a field quietly, humbly, and THEN defeating a team–kind of an “actions speak louder than words and rap songs” type of thing. However, this entrance and this win made my man the happiest since I’ve seen him in a long time (maybe ever). I told a friend he seemed more excited after their win than he did after the birth of our boys. Also, I know there’s a lot to be said for getting young men “pumped up” before a game. So an amazing win. Down to the wire. (see article for details: http://www.news-star.com/article/20131109/SPORTS/131109736 )I was probably the only one standing and cheering on the outside and crying on the inside. As a coach’s wife (with young kids and a wedding rehearsal two hours away the night of the playoff game) I feel this inner conflict about playoffs. I sincerely WANT them to win. I WANT my husband to do well. I WANT to see him happy and successful, BUT I also WANT him home. 🙂 I miss him during football season, and while I want them to win, part of me is excited when it finally ends. Whew. Confession done. Please don’t hate me. So on to week 11. I won’t get to watch, but I sincerely (okay, now you know the truth, like 85% of me) want them to win! 😉

A Summary…because I’m a slacker.

I’m trying to recall Week 3. I know I didn’t go to the game–no babysitting offers, and not enough bravery to tackle attending on my own with the littles. According to our Google Docs Family Calendar, the Redskins played at Seminole. I know they lost, making them 2-1. I believe the boys and I played outside a lot that evening. I’ll have to drum up some cute pics, because I’m sure I took some!

Week 4 was a home game against Glenpool that I wanted to attend, but again had no babysitting offers and didn’t want to ask Megan since it was her birthday. The boys and I had more quality time together, and I have absolutely no clue if we won or lost…SLACKER of a coach’s wife for sure! I’m thinking they lost. 

Week 5 was the night before Junk Hippy –that’s a whole blog entry on it’s own. The boys of fall creamed Santa Fe South on the road, and I supported from home. I spent all day at the fairgrounds setting up for JH, and would be gone the next day, so I didn’t want to leave the boys for a game that we knew the outcome. 

Week 6 I finally got to attend an entire game from National Anthem to the handshakes. And yes, I arrived early enough to hear the National Anthem. Hudson went with me, and we had some quality cuddle time. The Redskins beat Tecumseh in their homecoming game, and my baby slept the entire 2nd half! He is NOTHING like his older brother! I may have been a little bored in the 3rd quarter but don’t tell. 

Week 7 was an away game in Timbuktu, otherwise known as Manford. To top it off, it was on a Thursday night, Rusty didn’t get home until 2:22 am, and I barely slept before then because BOTH boys were in bed with me! They had a hard loss–42 to 37. It’s bad enough to lose. It’s even worse to lose and then have a 2 hour bus ride home. 

Week 8 was relaxing in a way. I left both boys in the trusty hands of the Danker-Pearce clan, and met Dad at Douglass High School to watch a close, but disappointing loss. The final score was 13-7, and we really could have beat them. (I’m not just saying that, because I know a lot of people say things like that after losses.) Driving to the game, I could see the lights of the stadium in the distance and I was reminded of how much I have really grown to love the actual game of football, and not just because my husband loves it. Weird. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined actually being eager to get to a football field and watch a bunch of boys in tights clobber each other over an odd-shaped pigskin ball. Overall, our team stands at 4-4, and we must win the next two in order to make playoffs….here’s hoping!

Single-mommin’ it! (and a Week 2 summary)

So it’s Week 7 of Football Season, and obviously I haven’t kept up with anything here. It’s hard enough to keep children fed, bathed, somewhat injury-free, laundry clean, dishes and meals done, bills paid, and find time to shower and pee (hopefully alone, but not likely). Not to mention my other full-time job and my current hobby/obsession of learning as much about photography as possible. Week 2 was spend at a wedding rehearsal and dinner. The Mighty Mighty Redskins won? I’m honestly not 100% sure as I was so wrapped up in the craziness that was that weekend. Here’s a few images that sum up my Week 2 “game day:”


Pops showing off his hops. 

Perhaps the coolest part of the wedding (aside from Ms. Darlene’s chocolate truffles). 
I love their expressions–pretty true-to-life over the past few months of wedding prep. 

Look at those adorable faces. One would NOT be adorable on the wedding day!

And that’s my Week 2 summary. I was not a supportive football wife that week AT ALL. Thankful that it all went somewhat smoothly, and our family still is willing to see each other at funerals, holidays, and other weddings.  

Game 1 (feels like 5)

So after attending three scrimmages and one junior high game, I vowed to never take both boys back to a football field again. At least not until they’re sixteen and fourteen. In true fashion, I changed my mind. Around 7 pm, both of my mini-men had been pleasant, cooperative, and kind, so I figured, what-the-hey, let’s go see Dadda at the football field. Let me just say, this is no easy feat. To the momma’s who can cart around multiple young children in public places, I applaud you. I’m not good at it. I avoid it, and when I get the courage to try again, I’m quickly reminded–once at the public place I’m attending–just why I’d rather go alone or not at all.

My oldest is eager to run. He really only has two speeds–a snail’s pace or a sprinter. Neither is conducive to walking through parking lots. Thankfully, he’s usually eager to get to the “football field” to see Dadda, and will go in happily and without a fight. Leaving, however, is a whole other blog post! My little man is usually content, easy-going, and will just observe everything around him without much of a fuss. Game One was an exception to that rule.

I loaded up toys, treats for bribery, extra undies, dipes, wipes, stroller, wagon, blankets, and water bottles. We arrived, fashionably late, at the beginning of the 2nd quarter (no WAY was I insane enough to sit through a whole game). We found a parking spot in the grass, and started the trek into the stadium (I kinda chuckle at calling it that though since it’s more like a field with some lights and metal benches). After seeing the “stadium,” I decided against the stroller or wagon and decided to just chance carrying little man and having my big guy follow along. (All the while, praying that Jesus would watch over my big guy, because God only knows how many times he’s going to dash away from my sight.) We made our way through the gate with lots of smiles–not gonna lie, my guys are quite a site with their coordinating t-shirts and cuteness. As soon as we entered, I could see I was in for a nightmare or a night of faith. EVERYWHERE there were blankets, chairs, and children running around. Chaos in the endzone. My favorite. {note: sarcasm} There were even two fire trucks just to distract my oldest from the goal: get to the visitor side, see Nana, find Dadda, and head back home. We never made it to the stands. An hour and half later, we said bye to Dadda at halftime. Little man SCREAMED when people cheered for our team. My big guy thought he was WAY bigger than he is, and wrestled around with 2nd and 3rd graders the whole time. I just prayed. A lot.

At the half, I regret I had a TERRIBLE, woe is me attitude and let my hubby know it. I informed him that I was done having his babies. (although I’m not retracting that statement just yet) He reminded me it’s just a stage of life, and on the ride home, listening the screams of my boys–one was exhausted and hungry, the other realized he left his two green cars at the field–I realized just how selfish I was being.

I am blessed. Beyond measure. Sure, attending football games, might be hard (understatement), but I am loved by the Lord of creation, I have an amazingly supportive husband, who coached another win, and two of the most precious people in all the world as my sons. How inconsiderate of me to complain that one may scream like he’s dying when a touchdown happens or the other might run off with heathen, tea-bagging third graders (Note: I wouldn’t let that happen {on purpose}.) So, after a difficult Game One, I’m ready for week two. Granted, I won’t get to attend that game, so maybe that’s part of why I’m so upbeat and optimistic. 😉

Here are some fun pics from Game 1…







One week down….

This is my 9th season to actually care about football, my 6th as a coach’s wife, and my 3rd team to cheer for. Nine years ago, I met a tall, attractive red-head who adores a game where young men pummel each other while trying to move an odd-shaped ball from one end of a 100-yard field to the other. It’s interesting, to say the least. Before I allowed my heart to get carried away, I needed to see this man in action. He’s a coach, and I had seen many coach’s embarrass themselves and their family by screaming, cussing, and simply losing their cool. I knew I never wanted to be associated with that type of leader. SO I sat through a season of small-town football eagerly observing this man. He very, very rarely screamed. He never cussed. And I never once saw him lose his temper. After that, I let my heart get carried away. Little did I know, that two football seasons later, I would be a coach’s wife. 


Now, here I am, married, and carting around two baby boys. This season has brought on a whole new set of challenges, and I’m going to document them here in an effort to keep my sanity, recall my many blessings, and perhaps see just how wonderful being around this crazy pig-skinned game can be.