It's All About the Huskies...Woof
My oldest son is in highschool. I'm not old enough for this. I'm not ready for this. But here we are.
He is a Husky.
He is in band.
He is in FFA.
He was almost in football.
Now, football is serious stuff here. The Huskies have been undefeated for about 8 years or something. I mean...UNDEFEATED. We've been to every game so far this season. My son has to be at the home games. He plays in the band. But even the away games, so far we've been to. My husband keeps saying...we can't go to ALL of the away games...just the close ones.
The last away game we went to was about an hour away. We stopped at the casino buffet for dinner. On the way out, I split the quarters in my purse with my husband. He took the boys to the bathroom. My quarters were done by the time they got out. I only started with 3. I took the kids outside. We waited.
We waited.
We paced around in the parking lot.
I checked my watch.
WHAT is taking him so long?
My oldest says, "I'll laugh if Dad wins like $50 or something." And I'm thinking, "I'll kill him if he's spent $50 or something."
I say, "Wait here...don't go any where." and I go inside to SEE.
He is standing not far from the door. He is at a slot machine. The light is going off, but there's no noise. There is a thing in the coin slot so you can't do anything to it.
He has won $1500.
He's waiting for the tax paperwork. They give him cash after getting his signature.
They also give him a t-shirt, hat, pens, cards, all kinds of shit.
We have gone in and spent way more money on other trips and walked out with nada. But he literally takes $1500 after putting $5 in (he later confesses he pocketed the 3 quarters I gave him and played a $5 bill, the cheater) and he gets freebie shit.
Ah well, like I should complain.
But I digress...this is about the Huskies.
They have a tough season this year -- having been moved around a bit -- they've got some bigger schools to play (we're really a small town) and actually almost lost. Homecoming no less. But they won with a touchdown in the last ONE MINUTE. Seriously. But mainly their games have scores like 52-7. They have an AWESOME kicker.
My son almost played football. He went to camp -- in the 110 heat last June. And came home dehydrated and sick from sun poisoning. So he didn't go the other two days. He decided to wait because he knew he was going to have to work in math and with band and FFA he wasn't sure how much time he was going to have. I thought it was a mature decision -- and that he probably got scared from camp.
His PE teacher is the JV football coach. For PE they were playing football and my son played QB one day. His teacher told him he had a good arm and he wants him to go out for JV next year. So, I think I'll have a football player next year. THANK GOD it's not basketball. I actually can follow football -- well, most of the time -- and enjoy watching it. Basketball bores me silly.
So we go to the football games. And now when I see these kids get hit, I think....that could be my baby. Sigh.
The cheerleaders do this thing -- when the team scores, they do as many pushups as points made. So they do 3, 6 or 7 mainly. And they count as they do them. My husband and my son (and now most of the band) start counting with them. "1.....1.......1......1.....1" sigh.
My favoritest cheer that they do is this: (think "who let the dogs out")
"You wish you were a Husky, Woof
You wish you were a Husky, Woof
Go Mighty Huskies
It's all about the Huskies, Woof Woof!"
Another away game in two days....but only about 30 minutes away this time ;-)
Now...for the reflective part of this....
As a mom, when I say "My son is a Husky, He is in band, etc." what I really mean is "I am a Husky, etc." because that's the kind of family we have. We all go...we all cheer...we all have sweatshirts...we all have either an airhorn or a cow bell...
Sometimes I wonder just how much of myself is defined by the definition of my children. And how much of that is good. I lost myself almost completely for a while...and found a "self" that was not defined by relationship to someone else online -- through chat, games, etc. -- and then through school. Now that my school is over at least for a while and I find myself sorta at a crossroads in my online life -- how will I be defined? Who am I again?
Well....I am a blogger....lol.....
He is a Husky.
He is in band.
He is in FFA.
He was almost in football.
Now, football is serious stuff here. The Huskies have been undefeated for about 8 years or something. I mean...UNDEFEATED. We've been to every game so far this season. My son has to be at the home games. He plays in the band. But even the away games, so far we've been to. My husband keeps saying...we can't go to ALL of the away games...just the close ones.
The last away game we went to was about an hour away. We stopped at the casino buffet for dinner. On the way out, I split the quarters in my purse with my husband. He took the boys to the bathroom. My quarters were done by the time they got out. I only started with 3. I took the kids outside. We waited.
We waited.
We paced around in the parking lot.
I checked my watch.
WHAT is taking him so long?
My oldest says, "I'll laugh if Dad wins like $50 or something." And I'm thinking, "I'll kill him if he's spent $50 or something."
I say, "Wait here...don't go any where." and I go inside to SEE.
He is standing not far from the door. He is at a slot machine. The light is going off, but there's no noise. There is a thing in the coin slot so you can't do anything to it.
He has won $1500.
He's waiting for the tax paperwork. They give him cash after getting his signature.
They also give him a t-shirt, hat, pens, cards, all kinds of shit.
We have gone in and spent way more money on other trips and walked out with nada. But he literally takes $1500 after putting $5 in (he later confesses he pocketed the 3 quarters I gave him and played a $5 bill, the cheater) and he gets freebie shit.
Ah well, like I should complain.
But I digress...this is about the Huskies.
They have a tough season this year -- having been moved around a bit -- they've got some bigger schools to play (we're really a small town) and actually almost lost. Homecoming no less. But they won with a touchdown in the last ONE MINUTE. Seriously. But mainly their games have scores like 52-7. They have an AWESOME kicker.
My son almost played football. He went to camp -- in the 110 heat last June. And came home dehydrated and sick from sun poisoning. So he didn't go the other two days. He decided to wait because he knew he was going to have to work in math and with band and FFA he wasn't sure how much time he was going to have. I thought it was a mature decision -- and that he probably got scared from camp.
His PE teacher is the JV football coach. For PE they were playing football and my son played QB one day. His teacher told him he had a good arm and he wants him to go out for JV next year. So, I think I'll have a football player next year. THANK GOD it's not basketball. I actually can follow football -- well, most of the time -- and enjoy watching it. Basketball bores me silly.
So we go to the football games. And now when I see these kids get hit, I think....that could be my baby. Sigh.
The cheerleaders do this thing -- when the team scores, they do as many pushups as points made. So they do 3, 6 or 7 mainly. And they count as they do them. My husband and my son (and now most of the band) start counting with them. "1.....1.......1......1.....1" sigh.
My favoritest cheer that they do is this: (think "who let the dogs out")
"You wish you were a Husky, Woof
You wish you were a Husky, Woof
Go Mighty Huskies
It's all about the Huskies, Woof Woof!"
Another away game in two days....but only about 30 minutes away this time ;-)
Now...for the reflective part of this....
As a mom, when I say "My son is a Husky, He is in band, etc." what I really mean is "I am a Husky, etc." because that's the kind of family we have. We all go...we all cheer...we all have sweatshirts...we all have either an airhorn or a cow bell...
Sometimes I wonder just how much of myself is defined by the definition of my children. And how much of that is good. I lost myself almost completely for a while...and found a "self" that was not defined by relationship to someone else online -- through chat, games, etc. -- and then through school. Now that my school is over at least for a while and I find myself sorta at a crossroads in my online life -- how will I be defined? Who am I again?
Well....I am a blogger....lol.....
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