Squash Bowl

Last night was #2 of 5's last football game of the season. It was the 1st Annual "Middle School Squash Bowl" (something new they are starting). The middle school 7th and 8th grade football teams were combined and then split into two teams who then played against each other.

It was a "charity bowl game". The proceeds from the ticket sales, concessions, and the 50/50 game were donated to the American Cancer Association.

The Mother of Five had to work, and given the later start time, and the cool weather (especially after the sun went down), we opted to leave #3 of 5 home to watch #4 and #5 of 5 while I went to the game.

I arrived about five minutes late, and so when I arrived there was no line at the entrance. There was a group (of apx 6-8) girls from the 7th and 8th grade (none of which I recognized) still selling the tickets.

IMGA0837As I approached the group, one of the asked me if I was #2 of 5's dad. After confirming my identity and association with #2 of 5, she turned to the others, whispering "See, I told you so", and they all started snickering in a "Tee-he-he" sort of way. (A way that only 7th and 8th grade girls can do...)

I am not used to this. This is #2 of 5's first year outside the confines of the small private school setting where we know all kids (and the parents) in our kids' classes.

So, I settle into a seat in the bleachers. It's not long before I notice another group of five girls who have made their way down to the field, and with cellular phones up to their ears, and digital cameras in their hands. They follow the players, pointing, snickering, giggling, taking photos, and making various phone calls to... well... I'm not sure who they were calling, because they were all there! (rolling my eyes).

It was almost as if they were a bunch of football player groupies... Yikes...

As I watched the game, taking it all in... Watching #2 of 5 play, watching the gaggle of groupies, watching the other kids from his class all hanging around (and some of the younger High School kids - who may have had siblings or friends playing) - it really started sinking in with me that #2 of 5 is in Junior High... And that I am not sure if I am ready for all this quite yet...

Shesh... I'm getting old.


  1. Girls...shesh. Never understood them...at least not the cell phone/giggly type.

  2. #2 looks READY for some FOOOOOOOTBALL!

  3. I can't imagine Junior high, I am still trying to grasp kindergarten.

  4. This all looks like trouble. #2 looks good in that football uniform through the eyes of giggly football groupies. Time to have a talk with him about what to do if girls throw themselves at him. And I'm only half kidding.

  5. Eva... Your advise sounds like it is from someone who may have some "giggly girl knowledge" (grin, and wink)...

    And yes... We have started talking... I told him that dames are "nothin' but trouble"...

    (Heck, I ended up with FIVE of 'em because of a woman...

    (Ducking for cover before Mother of Five whaps me on the back of the head)...

    Thanks for the tip though!

  6. If my son played football, the girls will giggle too. He'll be the shortest one on the field.

  7. Your boys has groupies!

    You know you're proud!

  8. I don't think any of us are ever ready for this. It doesn't stop it from happening though.

  9. Looks like #2 of 5 is a natural 'ladies man', just like his Dad.
    I wouldn't mind being giggled at once in a while too.


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