Sweet Relief

You know that movie Parenthood with Steve Martin. Remember how he coaches his sons baseball team and at the end of the season his kid catches the ball and Steve celebrates more than any grown man should. Well, I almost did that today, I think the cool weather contained me (along with the nursing baby). In the movie, the kid isn't all that interested in the sport. That is not the case with my kid. My kid is obsessed with the sport. He lives and breathes football 24/7 these days. He doesn't need fantasy football because he has created his own league entirely. It has 64 teams so there is at least one for each state, and the be all end all tournament can be single elimination without leftovers. I think he is anti-BCS. He wants a champ.

Anyway, back to the celebration. This kid has been yearning all flag-football season to get his hands on the ball. He has had chances and done great stuff all season, but nothing up to his expectations. He sets the bar a little high for himself. But today, the last day of the season, expectations were met. He scored not one, but two touchdowns. And a PAT. I just wanted to roll around on the ground and cheer for him. I mean, he cared soooo much and no matter what good things I pointed out all season, he wasn't going to be satisfied. Now, we can all breathe a sigh of relief and celebrate.