


This is the third year of Tommy playing football. I have to say that I wasn't sure if football was going to be Tommy's sport. The last couple of years, he would play about 3-5 min. per game. Which obviously made ME sad, but it didn't seem to bother Tommy too much.
Well, THIS year, we are in a different school, and he is doing 7th grade again, so he is the right size (In fact, he is now as tall as me). The coaches have him playing about 95 percent of the time on both offence and defence. He is a force that can't be stopped! I wish my brothers and dad could see him play in person. It is so much fun!
Dave is a nervous wreck on the sidelines. He gets so into the game.
Okay..opinion time...
So the last game, Tommy gets wacked really hard..he is limping and you can see that the wind was knocked out of him and his back is tweaked. So, I'm behind the line of players and I say,(because no one else on the team is..) "Tommy, are you alright? Do you want to lie down for a second?" Dave started shushing me.."Terri, you are embarrassing him...don't talk to him." Can't a mother ask how he is????