Thursday, May 26, 2011

Sappy Football Post...

We have had eight years of football.


Not sure about football in any other state except Texas,

but here it is so woven into the fabric of our lives.

Eight years of training in the weight room, eating lots of food, spring practice, cuts and bruises and broken bones -wrist, ribs, knee cap, pelvis, unbelievable sweaty-stinky ruined clothes, hard hits and bad concussions, losses and lots of wins, great catches and hits and dropped and missed ones too, hits that make a mom's heart stop while she prays that he just gets up, lightening storms and delays, listening to the band, hearing the same songs every game, out of town traveling to small Texas towns, hot chocolate and lots of blankets. Laughing with friends. Praying all the way through the game. Hours of praying. Feeling so proud of my boys I could cry.

Such. Great. Times.

Such. Great. Memories.

Hard to believe it is over. I used to spend alot of time worrying and wishing they were not playing. I spent too much time obsessing about them getting hurt bad. Now, looking back, it was just an absolute good time and a blessing to watch our boys be apart of teams that work together for a common goal. Sure, there were bad seasons and even worse coaches but over all they grew as men and learned hard lessons and struggled and played. (The good coaches outweighed the bad by the way. That is a tough job. Ask Brad, Michael, Dad, Sid, Bill and many others.) There were so many spiritual lessons that we all learned through their time playing football. I am thankful for that. Football was good for them and it was good for us. I can't believe I feel this way but, I will miss it.

So much...I have to cry a little over it.

I was in some store earlier today and the song "Boys of Fall" came on. I have never even payed attention to that song, but today...it really touched my heart. I walked around trying not to be noticed while I was blubbering. Maybe I cry some for Sid. He loves this game. No, really, he LOVES this game. He loves his boys even more. Put the two together and you can really pull this man's heartstrings.
A chapter is ending in our lives.

Thanks for this fun ride boys.


When your back's against the wall

You mess with one man, you got us all

The boys of fall

Boys of Fall- Kenny Chesney
When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
I’m back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads
Standing in the huddle, listening to the call
Fans going crazy for the boys of fall
They didn’t let just anybody in that club
It took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
To get to wear those game-day jerseys down the hall
The kings of the school, man, we’re the boys of fall
Chorus:
Well it’s turn to face the stars and stripes
It’s fighting back them butterflies
It’s call it in the air, alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it’s knocking heads and talking trash
It’s slinging mud and dirt and grass
It’s I got your number, I got your back
When your back’s against the wall
You mess with one man, you got us all
The boys of fall
In little towns like mine, that’s all they’ve got
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops
The old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will dream about the boys of fall
Chorus:
Well it’s turn to face the stars and stripes
It’s fighting back them butterflies
It’s call it in the air, alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it’s knocking heads and talking trash
It’s slinging mud and dirt and grass
It’s I got your number, I got your back
When your back’s against the wall
You mess with one man, you got us all
The boys of fall




Our boys of fall.
My how time flies. (Well, Kylee is in there too...love you girl!)
Could not resist this picture. My Mom with Wes and Will. Love how they are all three laughing so hard. Precious times, precious people.
One of Wes' last games. Sitting in the stands with family and friends. Good times.
Blessings on your day. Amy

6 comments:

texwisgirl said...

i feel your melancholy. hugs to you and your hubby. (all i do is watch the show Friday Night Lights and i can relate to Texas football families!) :)

Jim Tuttle said...

Amy,
This post hits me right in the heart. This will be our third fall without our son playing. I like Sid LOVE the game and so did my son. Had a few offers to play but he decided he needed to "move on" and commit to other things (it was a good decision) Starting year 3 it is not as sad.. just a blessed memory of great times. That first fall my wife talked me into going to a game... I left at half time. The second fall it was a little better. Now My son and I love to go to games together. There is something about that game and the bond that ties it together. God bless you and Sid!! Have a great fall!
Jim Tuttle

Teresa said...

Oh Amy! I am right there with you on this one. My oldest played football in our small town. It is truly one of the best memories I will ever have, sitting in the stands for those games. A hit blew out his knee in his senior year and I cried many tears for him having to miss those last games.
Your post has brought it all back! I truly know your heart and just how you're feeling.
Maybe we should get together and watch Remember the Titans for old times sake!

Denise McNeill said...

Thanks Amy for putting into words thoughts of a mom's heart! After Beau graduated I grieved the fall without high school football. That was such a special time and I am so thankful to have shared a part of that time with you!! Love you still!

Farming On Faith said...

I am so with you~time goes way to fast.
What sweet memories ~ thank you for sharing them with us!

qb said...

This may be the blog post I love more than any other, ever. And the one I loathe with every sinew of my being. I don't know how I let football get its claws sunk so deeply into my life with my boys, but it seems incurable.