Brandon had his first football practice in full pads last night. Full pads means full contact. Full contact means Mom stays at home and let's Dad step in and do his job. Did you hear me? HE FINALLY GETS TO DO HIS JOB!! He's overjoyed and I'm sitting at home worrying that at any minute, I'll be getting a call from Jim saying they're on the way to Quick Care.
This is Brandon's first real experience with an organized team sport. He had one brief foray into the world of soccer, but unlike his sister, he had no real interest (turns out neither did his coach). I want him to have fun. That's all. No grand aspirations for the NFL draft. Just have fun. Oh. And not get hurt.
