I've been really anticipating the season this year because last year, I was asked to be a booster club trustee. We've spent all year preparing: ordering uniforms, checking existing equipment, planning fundraisers. I feel like it is all coming together now.
For the next few months, Matthew and I, and sometimes Steven, will spend 8 hours a week at practices followed by Saturdays at games. We'll get home, do homework, eat supper and rush out the door to make it on time.
Our nights will get a bit crazier as we try to cram in as much family time as we can before showers and bed. Not to mention getting some of the housework done before I crash. Luckily, I am much more productive at night (read: not a morning person).
If you know me at all, you'll know that the real part I can't wait for is watching the games. I love to cheer and yell at football games. There must be something in the air in the fall that gets my blood pumping and my vocal chords quivering. I can't help but yell at the top of my lungs when I watch a football game.
Matthew is okay with me yelling as long as he can drown me out or doesn't hear me. Mike is not as cool with it. I know I embarrass him from time to time, but I really couldn't care less. It is an animal response to seeing warfare on the gridiron. I imagine much like the ancient Romans watching the gladiators... only without the mauling and bleeding. That is, as long as they have candy bars at the concession stand *wink*.