Been a fairly busy week here. Working and hanging out with the parents of the senior football players at night. Today is Senior Night and all the parents of football players, cheerleaders, and all the kids that have anything to do with band or those who perform at half time, will be introduced at the game tonight on the field and be escorted by their child. I don't know what any of the other parents are doing today, but the senior football players parents get to do a lot of things with their kids today, including lunch that a local restaurant serves them every Friday before a game. Our team is tied with one other school for district. We're both undefeated in district, and that's the team we're playing tonight, the last scheduled game of the season. So, everything about this game is a big deal...to us. :) Win or lose, both teams are in the play offs, but this school has always been our schools biggest rival. I'm just hoping I don't fall on the field tonight. That, basically, is my own private goal for tonight.
Last week, we played Lake Highland, at Lake Highland. The place was packed, and the sidewalks were crowded with people. In the middle of everyone, I took a nose dive to the pavement. Have no idea why, all I knew was that I was falling for no apparent reason (which is honestly nothing new) and somehow my feet got tangled up as I saw a group of teenage girls coming towards me with their eyes the size of saucers, watching me as I went down. I managed to get my hands out in front of me and I went down on both of my palms and my right knee, and then somehow sort of rolled to my right side and then I went rolling off the curb into the street. It's not like I was running or anything, so I don't know how I got all that momentum going...but the next thing I noticed was that Charlie wasn't with me anymore as I was trying to get up off the street with my palms scraped and bleeding and my right knee not wanting to cooperate. Charlie, as it turns out, was about 10 feet in front of me giggling. I've still got two years with this kid, so there's still hope for him. In his defense...I fall down a lot. I don't mean daily (not that I'll admit to, anyway) but often enough to where it's nearly joke material. Oh, who am I kidding by "nearly"?
So, please take a moment to pray that I make it across the field tonight during the most important and most crowded game of our season, without tripping, falling or rolling. Not so much for me, you understand, I just wouldn't want to embarrass Casey. :)