Shawn insisted that he attend Dylan's game. "How are you gonna sit in those bleachers?" I asked.
Carefully.
We sat in the bleachers for one quarter and I swear I could've smacked at least four kids that kept going up and down and going between Shawn and his knee. I don't think half of these people came to watch a game but rather to go up and down the stands all night long.
Into the second quarter, Shawn was obviously in pain so we made our way down to the ground and stood along the fence. Dylan (number 46--nice colors, huh?) had an angry look on his face--probably because none of the freshman were put in.
That's why I didn't get any decent pics from the stands. I was hoping to get one of Dylan on the field! James (a good kid) pointing us out to Dylan and we waved in a non-embarrassing-oh-God-that's-my-family kind of way.
We had to leave at half time since Shawn was hurting so much. We saw half of a really great game and caught the score on the ten o'clock news. It was like 77 to 51, I believe if memory serves.
So I doubt any of the freshman got to play.
Oh well. There's another home game in two weeks. Maybe they'll get far enough ahead in the score that my nephew will be allowed to block a couple plays.
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