I'm thinking I don't even know where to begin. This weekend was so full it was literally running over with stuff. Great news is I have so much to tell you! Friday night football game...amazing. Wait-more like Uh-May-zingggg. For background purposes you should know that in the history of these two teams playing together, Chantilly has never (never, friends!) beaten Westfields in the regular season. In addition to our terrible loss the week before, there was just a lot riding on this game for these boys. By the time we reached halftime I had sadly written this off as a loss for us. We just were not playing well offensively and at halftime when the scoreboard says 0-14 there was just a collective sadness about. The rivalry between these two teams is so serious that the cheers and calls from our side sounded most like "We hate Westfields" rather than "Let's go Chantilly." It was intense, friends.
I have discovered in the world of high school football that a lot happens in the locker room at half time. Not sure what happened for us, but somehow, in the face of a pitifully sad game, we managed to come out and tie up the score. Let's just say Westfields was not happy about that. An unsportsmanship like conduct call later, we are gaining momentum. With four minutes left and extreme difficulty in passing their defense, what's a team to do? Why, get a field goal no doubt. As the time wound down, we miraculously scored a game-winning field goal to gloat with a 17-14 win. First time in history folks. The crowd storms the field, kids are jumping everywhere. I literally swooped my kin to safety to avoid the trample of raging emotions and joy by teens oblivious to anything but the win. It was truly amazing. I didn't think they would pull it out, but friends, all that matters is they took home a win. A much needed win for our pride and our stats. Two regular season games left and then we start regionals.
After an emotionally-charged evening, we were up bright and early for the rest of the family's game-life on Saturday. Early morning baseball game for Baseball Chick. This girl did some damage out there. She had her game face on and was all about making those plays. Two singles and a double to be proud of. My favorite part about this section of our Saturday would have to be the post-game races. The older brother of one of her teammates challenged her to race him on the field. You could see in his eyes that this boy recognized how fast Baseball Chick is, but also that he had a need to prove to himself that he could beat her. At the presentation of the challenge, I looked at him, then at Baseball Chick and said, "take him." She raced that boy two years older than her and I swear she whooped him something good. She says it was a tie, well, because that's just her nature. She didn't smoke him so she gave him the benefit of saying it was a tie. I say she beat him. Next comes the little brother. The one who actually is on her team. Well, you know, big brother does it, I gotta do it too. Let's just say Baseball Chick put this boy so far in her dust, he didn't even have time to eat it. No contest...the girl is fast.
Second game of the day would be Youngest's soccer game. Amazing, friends. Again, better said like this: Uh-May-Zinggg. This boy, with his hips shaking and fancy moves, scored all three of his teams goals. I think he's got the hang of it now. He was all over the ball. The very best part is watching his post-goal moves. There's a dance and a hip shaking and a whole lot of moves involved. At the last second of the game the boy was going for his 4th goal. Just shy of the net and he missed. From the look of disappointment and frustration on his face, you would have thought it was the World Cup.
Third game of the day was Soccer Chick's. Again, friends...I can't make this stuff up. Uh-May-Zingggg. Both teams struggling to score, and I do tell you I could feel Soccer Chick's pain. You can see why people upgrade to playing travel soccer instead of house. It can be frustrating playing with less than talented kids. I don't say that to be mean, but I do say it because the girl is serious about her soccer. She plays an intense game, very focused and likes to win. When kicks are missed, defenders are sleeping and goals are easily scored, it's frustrating. Somehow the opposing team scored and all us parents on the side are thinking "we already have a 1-3 record, we really can't lose this game." A goal is made and the score is tied up.
Well, no one wants to take home a tie either. Soccer Chick is in the game with seconds left to play. She's down the field, weaving in and out past defenders and to the goal, fakes out the goalie and shoots...she scores!!!! Whistle blows...game ends. Crowd goes crazy. Okay, well..."crowd". It's only us parents out there, but still. A handful of people at best, but still. She scored the game winning goal to win 2-1. YEAH!!! What a morale booster. It was a beautiful shot. The girl has talent and easily passes defenders. Soccer scholarship here we come...
And lastly, I would rob you of a smile today if I didn't share a Youngest moment with you. Riding in the car at night on Saturday. Just me, the Hub and Youngest.
"Mom," he says, in the dark...
"Remember that time daddy wasn't home and you let us eat pizza upstairs because we weren't supposed to but daddy wasn't home so you let us. Remember that time?"
Trying hard not to choke, I slowly turn towards the Hub. The overhead light switches on and he looks at me and says, "Really Youngest? That's what you do when I'm not home?"
"Yes daddy. You were out somewhere and not home and that's what we did because you were not home."
Now friends, I'm crossed between laughing and choking.
"I was working Youngest. That's what daddy is out doing. Working so you can eat pizza buddy."
"Okay dad. But remember that mom. When we did that? We weren't supposed to do that but we did do that. That was fun. Can we do that again?" Not likely to happen I'm afraid...What's a girl to do? I can't erase his memories and I can't stifle his timing. Classic, just classic.
"I expect you will be blogging about this, won't ya honey."
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