9and 3

We lost. It seemed to start out as a close game, but as the minutes rolled on, so did their speed, size and strength. We had many missed opportunities to score, but it was not mean't to be a Wildcat night. Instead, the Cobras struck with lightning speed if not contained in the backfield. Our defense seemed stunned with missed tackles and 5 interceptions are difficult to overcome by any team. We have a great group of young men who have pulled a winning season out of predicted losses. A challenge. Victories. Defeats. My son has two more years of football if he chooses. As I waited at the field house to pick him it occurred to me that this will be the last time I will wait for him here. He will be driving next year and I will wait on the sofa. As we drove home quietly, he said softly, "I think I will miss this. Football is the greatest game. I did not know that I loved the practices. I can't imagine when it is my final game, mom." Well, neither can I but I am going to enjoy all that is left. Win or lose.