Last nights game was basically 41-12. The actual score was 41-26. We had our younger guys in at the end and Wey-Fre ended up scoring on them 2x's. Cole got his bell rung and was sidelined for the last part of the 2nd quarter. Bill was saying one of the coaches was yelling "Cole doesn't know where he is" Bill thought he was talking about the play and he wasn't executing it correctly. Come to find out Cole didn't know where he was. My heart did a little jump. One of the coaches told us today he didn't know how he made it back to the huddle. He woke up with a headache today but made it to reffing and to cheer (loudly) at the volleyball game so he must be doing fine.
Kyle on the other hand got his dream come true (or at least one of them) He got to be on kick cover team last night not just once but twice. After the play you would have thought he just won the Superbowl . He was so excited. All his buds were congratulating him. It helps to know the special teams coach.
Speaking of which, the newspaper today talked all about how great the special teams were last night. Bill's pretty puffed up about that. His boys did a nice job.
Clay was about 15 minutes early to his practice before the game and by the time the game came around he was so cold he was miserable. Yes, I did have him dressed warm and he had on his winter jacket. Bill ended up bringing him home instead of playing. They stopped at the volleyball game and his little hands were so pink and cold yet and the poor thing had a salt stain on his little cheek. I felt horrible. I think he may be coming down with the cold both Bill and Cole had.
I'm so cold! It may have to do with being at the game yesterday and then in the cold gym all day. Thank goodness for satellite TV and fleece. I think I may have to rethink the ice cold diet coke though.
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