Thursday, September 18, 2008

Flag Ball

Flag Football is the name known by 99.9% of the world's population. In our house Cade refers to it at Flag Ball, sometimes it's easier not to argue. Our first Flag Ball game was last Saturday and it was quite an experience. It rained during most of the game which made it highly enjoyable (not) for the spectators. Cade didn't know what he was doing, but either did most of the rest of the team. As a highly protective mother I was comforted by that fact....if my baby doesn't know what he's doing I don't want anyone else to know either! The one time Cade got his hands on the ball he proceeded to run straight out of bounds. He had no idea what the white boundary lines meant. Towards the end of the game he got to snap the ball - we were so far behind and so close to the end of the game that when he picked the ball up and moved it about 5 feet no one cared. The ref's ignored it, the parents had a good laugh. But one thing that Cade did better than anyone else on the the team, then probably anyone else in the history of Flag Ball was he could pick up the flags. It didn't matter how far away he was from the action, once that flag hit the ground he was there picking it up for the person it got ripped off of. It didn't matter who's flag is was - our players or the other teams - Cade picked up the flag. He may not be the best player but he could win the award for most courteous. I laughed so hard I almost cried.

Game #2 was Tuesday night, but we took Cade to a 4-H meeting instead. We heard the outcome wasn't much better than Game #1. Game #3 is tomorrow evening so maybe it will be better?

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