Football is upon us. I am so happy. I had my first real taste this past Friday night when Precious Angel played in the high school preseason game. For the occasion, Stephanie had the most festive flip-flops I have ever seen.
She was going to craft them herself but she talked someone else into doing it for her. She isn't ordinarily crafty but was willing to try for want of the team spirit flip-flops. Rumor has it that I will have some by this Friday for the first regular season game—which is between the two high schools in our fair little city.
I am beside myself.
Precious Angel was beside himself earlier in the week too, but his excitement—unlike mine—wasn't the happy kind. Godson's Dad (who is, of course, Precious Angel's father) called me bright and early Wednesday morning and said, "I've got to make this quick but I need to tell you that Precious Angel and QB-1 were horsing around in the pool O team party and Precious Angel split QB-1's head open. He had to go to the ER."
"OH NO!" I said. "Is PA okay?"
"Upset," said Godson's Dad. "You know you he is." I do indeed.
For those of you who do not speak football, let me give you some background and translate. Precious Angel plays right guard on the offensive line. His job, which he takes very seriously, is to protect the quarterback. (Rule one: Protect the quarterback. Rule two: Protect the quarterback.) The offensive team had a pool party—I guess to promote brotherhood and celebrate the start of the season. Precious Angel and the first string quarterback—whom PA has sworn to protect with his very life—knocked heads and it ended with a visit to the emergency room (for both of them; PA as a spectator and QB-1 as a patient) and stitches for QB-1.
All ended well. QB-1 took the field and preformed well. As I watched Precious Angel block and tackle, I could almost hear him say, "Oh, no you don't! Not my QB. Not on my watch."
Are you ready for some football?