I never figured I’d be THIS into football. But when your kid starts tackling the guy from the other team who is carrying the ball and running more than half the length of the field to score a touchdown, you’re drawn in.
I was yelling.
I was cheering.
I was whistling.
I was so proud!
Here’s my WILD MAN after the game:
And this…this is just one of a series of pictures I found on my camera…clearly not taken by me (because they’re OF me). I left my husband in charge of the camera while I went to look for the bathroom during half-time.