Trophies

Yesterday we attended our son’s football banquet. He was so excited because he was going to get a trophy. The weather was very nice for mid-November in upstate New York. As dishes and crockpots were carried inside, the boys gathered outside. After calling the football players inside, the extremely long line formed for to weave through tables weighed down with lots of great smelling (and tasty) food. Our son wasn’t hungry. He wanted to go outside to play football. He complained about the room being hot, too many people and we really shouldn’t ask him another question pertaining to food or drink ‘cause he was not hungry! So he sat at the table quietly. I think he was stewing. He was upset. He wanted his trophy and he wanted to leave. Forget the pomp and circumstance. Inside I was giggling at him. If he only knew. He wasn’t hungry until I offered him a piece of ham and a sweet butter roll. And he ate more than one sweet dessert when his sister brought baked items to the table. Not hungry – yeah right.

After eating, the coaches had the lights turned off and they started a video presentation. The music was BOOMING. It was too loud for me even with my ears plugged. We watched the great video and then trophies were handed out to the football players on the 7 and 8 year old team. As he handed a trophy to each player, the head coach said nice things about each of them. Elliott returned to our table with a huge grin and he wouldn’t put the trophy on the table. He did once, but quickly took it off when his sister touched it.

Here he is – ready to go since he has his trophy – his FIRST trophy in hand.


I attempted to take a picture of Elliott and his best bud but the lights went out to start the next presentation. Below are the two pictures I managed to get:




Go Panthers! See you next year on the football field.