I really wanted the home team to win! I was so disappointed that we lost. I understand that it was good for the Saints to win because of the whole Katrina situation, but still…one does have to root for the home team!
Today was Nicholas’ final game for the championship. The Tigers started off strong. However, they ended up losing the game by a touchdown and a field goal.
Understandably the kids were crushed. They still managed to do their rallying cry “Who has fire in the belly? We do!” after their defeat. A few of the kids had tears in their eyes, my son included.
I really wanted the boys to win. They had a great team and only lost one game their entire season. They made it to the very end. I was glad to see the coaches and us parents reinforcing that they were still winners regardless. The head coach had a celebration for the boys at his house afterwards.
But there was a lesson in this loss. It showed the kids that it is not always possible to win for whatever reason. Learning this concept early on is a good thing. I never want my son to be shattered by a loss of any kind. It’s okay to be disappointed but not depressed. I hope we are cultivating this attitude in Nicholas.
I was proud at how we all came together to remind the boys of the importance of maintaining a winning attitude. I went around congratulating both teams. One player’s mom had her arm around Nicholas as she reminded him that they still had next year. He smiled at this thought and it was a beautiful thing.
Yesterday was Nicholas’ first football game. The weather was nice and crisp and the players were excited. Nicholas looked so handsome in his gear.
The Tigers were leading 25 to 0. Nic was playing the position of defensive end. His job was to stop the other team from scoring. My son is a fast runner and was doing a good job keeping this huge kid at bay.
Until…the kid tackled him so hard that Nic flew at least a couple feet into the air! My heart was racing because he did not get up immediatedly. I jumped to my feet but my husband and his brother remained seated. I was ready to race onto the turf (my husband looked horrified at this notion) when the coach helped him walk off the field. He looked like the hit really hurt!
My husband said that he only got the wind knocked out of of him! He was limping a bit but he appeared okay so I sat down.
My baby, the football player.