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8 is a Magic Number

Magic 8 Ball...

8:00 am...

The time of the morning on June 13, 2000 that Mr. Sports was born.

And now...

8 years old!

Happy Birthday, my sunny funny boy who loves any kind of athletic activity, anywhere, anytime. My boy who is tough and daring one second, but happy to give me a hug and a big kiss in front of his friends the next. My boy who does seem to appreciate what I do for him- and tells me.

We've had fun celebrating- going to a Star Wars exhibit premier last night, out for a special family dinner tonight, and off to an amusement park tomorrow (only AFTER baseball and soccer of course...).

My how you've changed, my little man.

Happiest of Birthdays... and yes, just for you, the Twins WON on your Birthday.

It doesn't get much better than this.

Happy Boy

World's greatest 2nd Grade Teacher made my boy's year last Sunday.

She calls the Boy her walking sports page (with good reason). She is also into sports and her family (including one son in the Girl's class) frequently goes to games.

Sunday morning, she called to tell us she had 4 tickets to the Twins game (thanks to her husband's employer) in. the. TENTH. ROW...... STRAIGHT. BEHIND. HOME. PLATE. And- she wanted to give them to US.

The Boy started shaking- literally.

Did I mention they were playing the YANKEES?

We went. We sat amongst 7 scouts w/ radar guns, trying not to look too out of place w/ our jaws on the floor being so close.

And- to complete the fairy tale, they continued the Boy's streak. Every one of the 9 games he's attended- they've WON.

It was a good day.

Now when do I break it to him that he'll likely never sit that close again... ever? Maybe when he's 30 or so...

Mr. Sports Goes to College

Football... that is.

Episode 2: Grandpa (yes, Grandpa Packer Fan) calls mid-week with the enviable offer of 3 tickets to the famed Gopher-Badger football game. Mr. Sports is banned from TV for the week (punishment from issues that will be another post another day). This is the answer to Mr. Sports' prayers, since otherwise he would have missed the game.

Who is Mr. Sports cheering for, you ask?

At least he got this one right~

C'mon Alums, sing along: "When you Say Wis-Con-Sin, You Said it All!" (click the link for a flashback) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVRbqptf63g

Great time was had by all- and Mr. Sports watched every minute of the game which was actually a game!

After the glow of the win had passed, I did decide to reveal Mr. Sports' pro-football team preference to Grandpa Packer Fan.

He *said* he understood...

The Independent Thinker

As we drove home from an early Thanksgiving celebration with my entire family on Saturday, Mr. Sports (read the Boy) was commenting in the big border battle football game that was coming up the next day...

vs.

Background: I grew up in a PACKER household. True- they were often not much to cheer about, but the spunk and non-flashy image were very endearing & we loved them despite what ever their current record was. Mr. Sports' grandpa is the biggest fan- the man carves "Go Pack Go" in his pumpkin at Halloween...

So back to Mr. Sports. He- who became the world's biggest baseball fan over the summer, has now set his sights on football. He's been watching the sports channels (I'm waiting for the questions about what ED and Cialis are -grumble, grumble). He is learning, though, about the players and what they are actually supposed to be doing; which ones are 'good' and which ones are 'not'.

We have seen him cheer wildly for the Packers along with the rest of the family when they were playing a number of different teams so far this season.

On this car trip, he dropped the bomb:

"I sure hope Adrian Peterson does some serious damage to the Packers tomorrow."

Silence.

Husband and I looked at each other in shock, as our excited son looked up at us in wonderment- trying to figure out what the big deal was.

Then Husband and I said at the same time, "Our son is a Vikings fan!?!"

I was a bit sad, but then I was also a bit proud.

He made up his own mind in the first of hopefully many cases... my independent thinker.

Unfortunately for Mr. Sports, the game that ensued resulted in a first EVER shut-out of the Vikings by the Packers. Literal tears were shed by passionate Mr. Sports.

Don't tell Grandpa. Please.