Since Spenser's first flag football season started our Saturdays have been filled juggling football games and music lessons. Spenser's team, the Black Hawks, started strong with three wins but then lost the next two. Spenser is always bummed when the team loses, even if he did something personally contributive, which he normally does. Whether on offense or defense, he seems to make some big plays that include receptions, interceptions, and touchdowns. Today the Black Hawks were victorious thanks to Spenser's game winning interception and run back for a touchdown. Check it out.....
Too bad he was out of the camera shot when he caught the ball, but you can see him zooming toward the end zone and I'm the one screaming "Go Buddy! Go!" in the background. I will confess I'm no 'tiger mother' and I would rather be doing something else than watching his football games. It's not because I don't support his athletic endeavors but I find myself highly anxious at athletic events that I have a personal stake in. I want him to have fun, do well, compete, and learn something from both winning and losing. What I don't enjoy is the people - the loud, opinionated parents and spectators who coach from the sidelines and think every game is the championship. Obviously you heard me in the video rooting on my son, but that was the only peep you heard from me. I was so anonymous that after Spenser made the touchdown one lady said, "Who is number 19, the one that just scored?" Another gentleman replied, "Oh, that's Spenser, he just got a haircut and he looks three years older." They didn't even know that his mom was standing right next to them. Tee hee! If I was a pushy parent I probably would have spoke up right then and there, bragged a bit that he was my son, and gushed that they noticed his haircut that he had gotten only two days before. But not me. I let those comments ride, my anonymity intact. Shortly thereafter, Spenser ran across the field toward me, wearing the 'MVP' medal that the coach awarded him for the game. So I guess the jig is up, the mystery solved. Oh well, that was fun while it lasted. At least I'm the mom of the MVP. And speaking of player of the game......here he is!