Sports... is it a curse or a blessing?

I need to keep my eye on the goal. Sports is not suppose to me re-living my youth. I need to embrace my kids talents regardless of what I think of them. After a weekend that included my team get struck down by a should-be-retired QB, I accepted the truth... Mike will not be a flag football star!

I am proud and support, but secretly I am crying... I want him to score a TD... know the feeling... but I may wait a long time for that joy. For now, my joy is centered on seeing him get a flag on defense when the game is out of reach.

It is not sad. It is what the Dad of the left bench warmer looks forward to!


All kidding aside, I am proud he is out there trying... he shows up for practice and gets on the field with less time on the clock than it takes to boil an egg... but he is out there! I am really happy the team is pretty strong so those moments where it does not matter come often!!! (No really I am happy... not bitter at the lack of stardome... not at all!)