Coach Trevor & Team - Jamin #3
Funny thing happened at the game this evening. Jamin was a bit nervous about starting and being the um….offensive front line something or other. This meant he would be responsible for tackling and stopping the opposing team - in particular he was to protect the quarter back.
We were all excited when he made the first tackle of the game. There had been an article in the paper Friday morning about TLC’s football team and the role that faith played in their great season. It seems when Jamin made the awesome tackle some purple/ red-headed, blonde-streaked lady in the stands yelled “That’s it son! We’re into the Philistine Principle – none of that turn the other cheek stuff tonight!” He was fearsome. He sat that huge boy right down on the field. I also quickly noted that one of our players seemed to keep loosing his pants when tackled. Josiah finally convinced me that I was seeing beige pads and not TLC hiney. Unfortunately, as the game wore on the ref called a couple of personal fouls on my favorite warrior – um football player. In fact, I noted that several of these very nice Christian parents were about to loose their witness due to questionable calls. Determined not to be one of them, I simmered down. It helped that Mike had his hand firmly planted on my leg and was saying “don’t go there, De’Etta”.
Jamin got to play quite a bit this game. That’s a great thing for a Freshman. When he got home I was telling him how proud I was of him. THIS is the funny thing that happened. Jamin replied, “I held them” and I said, “You sure DID. No one got by you!!” I noticed the boys were sort of smirking and looking at each other a bit uncertainly. Mike said, “De’Etta you’ve misunderstood”. Jamin got called for HOLDING….well shoot….he did stop the charging line. The coach was happy with him and I’m sure they’ll have lots of time this year and in the future to work on that holding thing.
I’ve still not attained to the full stature of “TX Football Mom”; but I sure do enjoy having the family out together, watching one of our own pursue his interest, and knowing that all that energy had to come out somewhere…thanking God it’s on the football field and not the living room floor.By the way, they really do name children Bubba down here. And they constantly slaughter Jamin’s last name over the PA system.
We were all excited when he made the first tackle of the game. There had been an article in the paper Friday morning about TLC’s football team and the role that faith played in their great season. It seems when Jamin made the awesome tackle some purple/ red-headed, blonde-streaked lady in the stands yelled “That’s it son! We’re into the Philistine Principle – none of that turn the other cheek stuff tonight!” He was fearsome. He sat that huge boy right down on the field. I also quickly noted that one of our players seemed to keep loosing his pants when tackled. Josiah finally convinced me that I was seeing beige pads and not TLC hiney. Unfortunately, as the game wore on the ref called a couple of personal fouls on my favorite warrior – um football player. In fact, I noted that several of these very nice Christian parents were about to loose their witness due to questionable calls. Determined not to be one of them, I simmered down. It helped that Mike had his hand firmly planted on my leg and was saying “don’t go there, De’Etta”.
Jamin got to play quite a bit this game. That’s a great thing for a Freshman. When he got home I was telling him how proud I was of him. THIS is the funny thing that happened. Jamin replied, “I held them” and I said, “You sure DID. No one got by you!!” I noticed the boys were sort of smirking and looking at each other a bit uncertainly. Mike said, “De’Etta you’ve misunderstood”. Jamin got called for HOLDING….well shoot….he did stop the charging line. The coach was happy with him and I’m sure they’ll have lots of time this year and in the future to work on that holding thing.
I’ve still not attained to the full stature of “TX Football Mom”; but I sure do enjoy having the family out together, watching one of our own pursue his interest, and knowing that all that energy had to come out somewhere…thanking God it’s on the football field and not the living room floor.
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