
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 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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