There has been some dissension and debating in the Morris household over a local scandal involving rival high school football coaches fist fighting after the game and ending up jobless. For those of you who are not "from 'round these parts", you can catch up by reading this first, then this, and finish off with this. Basically I am so worried about what message this sends all the players, while Bobby is heartbroken that the coach resigned. Yep, you heard me right. Bobby is defending the coaches while I am ready to hang them up at the gallows. Look, you will never hear me judge a mistake too harshly. I'm a firm devotee of the "Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future" school of thought. But I'm also a parent of three children who have or are soon to begin organized sports, public school, and society. If my child were on his team, I would be so upset. You simply cannot use your fists to make a point. There were so many troopers, other coaches, and witnesses who could have intervened and aided in the "walk away with dignity" choice. But no; the coach chose break a nose and tackle his opponent instead. I get that the losing team of that game can painfully blame faulty stats-keeping on their loss. However, that's a life lesson in and of itself. Now they will remember this game not as the game where they did the best they could despite human error, but as the game where their coach decided to pummel the opposition as a last resort in frustration. Now they lost both the game and their coach. I do empathize with them waking up the next morning in sheer regret and remorse. Those are terrible feelings. But they are not off the hook; I just don't see where anyone can sympathize with their teaching those boys to fight and bully others. Lastly, no one has mentioned how embarrassed the communities are about the lasting impression this leaves on other communities.
Speaking of my betrothed, have I mentioned we are getting ready to go out of town? EEP I'm so excited. We have so few opportunities to travel as adults, play as adults, and recreate as adults. You will hear a few more mentions of my upcoming trip in the next few posts. Like now:
As of this posting, we are actually down to 26 days! And yep, it's a Super-Secret trip. Bobby thinks he has a clue of our destination, but he's wrong! EEP! (Like my excited squeal?) There's so much to do! I want a new outfit. I need to see about adding some special touches to the trip itself along the way. I need childcare (grandparents, are y'all reading this?)...
Speaking of traveling just as adults, Bobby and I did manage to sneak out of town on Saturday to go to the first Bama game of the season. I guess I am contradicting my previous point I just made. But trust me, it doesn't happen very often. We drove over to Atlanta for the day and did a little tailgating before heading into to the GA Dome for the Alabama/VA Tech game. Only in Alabama Football can you beat your opponent by 25 points and the fan base is wondering what went wrong from their Sunday-morning coaches' armchairs...ha! We do have some work to do, though. Very few plays held up to "the process" standards that Coach Nick instills.
PS: This picture above does neither of us any justice. We got so hot and sweaty during the day. Blech!
Did I mention that I haven't blogged as much as I would like? I still need to tell you all about Rob turning seven. Hopefully that post will come soon before the details are filed away in the back of my dusty memory.
How did my baby girl grow up literally overnight? She started 3K Preschool this week and absolutely loves it. When I picked her up on Wednesday, her first day, she told me the following:
- We got to go to the playground two times!
- I made a friend named Ally
- We had circle time and Ms. Amanda read us a book about Jesus...and a pig. (I'm secretly hoping those are 2 different books. Otherwise, what the?)
Five and a half...she also starts dance class next week. She wants to be a "bah-weena". I bought her first leotard for class (leotard--a word she cannot say properly and I cannot type her attempts phonetically) and I almost couldn't get it back off of her. She shook her little booty and ran around the house like a wild child! So cute!