Yesterday was a perfect Fall football day: cold, cloudy, windy. We stood on the sidelines bundled up in sweatshirts, and sipping hot chocolate as we cheered on David and the other kids.
No, David does not play football with a bunch of faceless zombies. I blurred out the other kid’s faces since I don’t have permission from their parents to post their pictures.
When it comes to five-year-olds playing football you don’t keep score. Teams don’t matter. You root for whoever is carrying the ball, whoever makes a “tackle.” It’s flag football, so there isn’t supposed to be any real tackling. I say supposed to be, because every once in awhile they forget, and knock each other down. I know David would like playing even better if he could tackle instead of pulling flags. I think tackle football starts at Third Grade.
At practice I was a little worried about David, because he kind of just phones it in. But when it comes to an actual game he gets motivated. David is good at tackling, and he makes his share of touchdowns too. In Pee Wee every kid gets to carry the ball at least twice each game, so they get the chance to make a touchdown. While David does seem to have a bit of natural talent, he’s getting some help also.
David is big for his age. He always has been. If he keeps growing like this, his size will be an advantage for him when it comes to sports. But still, I’m amazed at how much bigger he is than the other boys on his team. You can really see how he looms over them in this picture.
The length of his legs, the build of his body. Everything is just bigger.
The best part about watching David play is that he really is having fun. Look at the smile on his face as he brings the ball in for a field goal.
That’s what it’s all about. It’s not the score. It’s the camaraderie, the physical play that boys need. The Joy they get from running helter-skelter down a football field on a blustery Saturday morning.