David’s playing Pee-Wee Football this year.
Pee-Wee Football is the physical manifestation of organized chaos if there ever was one. Football with all it’s formations, plays and rules really is a game too difficult for five-year-olds to grasp. So mostly they just run around.
I don’t know the Pee-Wee coach very well. I’ve only see him briefly at the kick-off “camp”, and the first practice. But the man should be nominated for sainthood. I mean anyone who can remain patient while trying to teach 25 fidgety five-year-olds how to play football must have the hand of God upon them.
It was a hot day last Tuesday when David had practice. Practice is only 45 minutes long. The coach says they can’t pay attention any longer than that. Wise man that coach.
15 minutes into the practice some of the kids were lying on the ground because they were tired. Others were crying, and wanted to go home.
This went on for the entire practice which lead the coach to say more than once, “Football players don’t lay down on the ground!”
Look, the kids weren’t running plays constantly, and tackling each other. They were taking turns practicing drills like throwing and catching. Most of the time they were just standing around. And they took a rest and water break every 10 minutes.
And yet there was still whining and gnashing of teeth.
I’m proud to say David didn’t cry, and remained on his feet the entire time.
Maybe the point of Pee-Wee Football is to weed ’em out early.
I guess it’s a good thing Pee Wee doesn’t have Two-A-Days.