The younger kids were extremely proud as they shared waves with their big brother.While my eldest 2 boys were already set up to attend the game, I remained undecided since it would require driving downtown (a fearful thing for me), parking my big huge white tank of a Suburban in parking spaces meant for little BMWs, then walking 1/2 mile alone with my 4 youngest in tow, all the while fearing for our lives in the dangerous big city. On the other hand, this was a mighty big occasion for our little city (the last time we reached this level was 1992) AND we just happened to be playing against Totino-Grace, my own team from 20 years ago. Ugh! How is it possible that I am so old that my son's high school is playing a football game against the high school I graduated from?!?!?!?
While I waited at the bus stop for Crispy, I finally made the decision to go to the game, called Melissa's school, picked her up 15 minutes later, stopped at the bank and McDonald's, and away
we went! The kids were thrilled to be at the dome, and cheered the team on with their little purple and gold pom poms. Thomas even had a fancy yellow one around his wrist! Michael was decked out with yellow and purple hair. I'll admit, it was exciting to be there, and fun to be unexpectedly out of school, relaxing to hang out with some of my neighbors, and really neat to see my son playing in the band at the Metrodome. ( my camera battery died, so the best I could do was get some fuzzy shots with my phone.)We did not win the game, but it was a decent attempt. The kids did not seem to notice, and their moods were just as excited when we left as when we arrived. We only spent $14 on popcorn, cotton candy, and a lemonade and Laura's little legs made it all the way back to the truck. All in all, it was a nice time and the best part was that we made it home alive.
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You are a braver woman than I am! I'm not sure I would have been able to do it without some help from a grandparent! Good for you!
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