Let me take you back to late June when my sweet, charming, non-confrontational, only semi-athletic oldest child announced he wanted to play football. Bobby and I both explained to him the good, bad, and hot of football. We then reminded him that if he signed up for football he would see the season through from hot beginning to cold end. Yep, he still wanted to play. So our next step was to call the youth sports director and ask him if there were any way he would still accept a late registrant. "Oh, by the way, Bobby is willing to help coach the team" I casually mentioned to said director.
--Insert screeching tires sound now--
Not only was Rob able to sign up for football, but the team had plenty of assistants. It needed a head coach. I couldn't NOT mention this to Bobby. And he, naturally, couldn't NOT accept the position.. Suddenly I was a coach's wife. Again.
We learned we didn't have enough registrants to field both a 1st and 2nd grade team, but too many registrants to not field any teams. So we combined. Due to the weigh-class registrations, we were forced to play up, not down. Therefore about two-thirds of our players were painfully smaller than our opposing teams. Every week. Nevertheless, Bobby and his crew of coaches drew up plays, ran drills, and turned these boys into
"Who let the dogs out?"
We played our hearts out. We really did. We ran towards the goal many times.
Bobby couldn't be prouder of every kid out there, especially number 12!
It was a great season. All of the players showed dedication, tremendous improvement, and a love of the game. At the start of the season there were only three players who had ever played organized football before. I would be sad to see any of them not play again next year.
For more about the season, click here. And, as always, Go Huskies!
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