The One Where She Stumbled Through Her 40's and Faced Her Demons
Today marks 8 months, 22 days, 21 hours, 8 minutes, and 20 seconds since my son's last football game. Not that I'm keeping track or anything. Today is a big deal! They're having their first scrimmage tonight to kick off the season, and I could not be more pumped for my son and his teammates. …
There he is on the field not using his hands and not dropping down low enough. He missed another block, and he was supposed to knock the living daylights out of his opponent. If he doesn't play hard enough, then we need to take him to a camp where the coach will knock the living …
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