Daughter's First Football Game

Last Friday night may have been one of the greatest night's of Daughter's life. She sure acted like it was.

My Alma Mater was playing a next door city rival. Now, when I was in high school over 10 years ago, we only played this school my freshman year (they were also a class below us) and the score was something like 63-7. A lot has changed since then. but anyway, back to the story.

Husband decided that he's taking Daughter to the Alabama/Georgia State game a few Thursday night's from now. As a practice run, we decided we'd take her to a high school football game. HYT @ PG seemed like a great game to go to. HYT has a quarterback that is supposedly a big deal and Husband wanted to see him play. Perfect. We dropped Son off with my mother and we were on our way.

Sure HYT/PG is a big game but we didn't anticipate how incredibly crowded it would be. We waited in line for about 10 minutes just to buy our ticket. And the HYT crowd showed up! The visitor stands were more packed than the home stands. Luckily, I found some great seats with some old friends/old Sunday School teachers of mine and we were in business.

The only thing separating us from the cheerleaders was a hill of grass. Daughter immediately wanted to move there. So Daughter and Husband moved so she could dance and cheer with more room. She wanted the cheerleaders "spark-ly shakers" and "horn" (I had to later tell Husband that the horns are actually called megaphones).

She danced when the band played.

She cheered when the cheerleaders cheered.

She yelled and clapped when the crowd did.

She kept her eye on the mascot (a gopher) but didn't want to get too close.

She did just about everything except watch the football game.

At the end of the first quarter the HYT cheerleaders threw shirts and mini footballs into the crowd. Daughter got a football and had to show me immediately. "CHEERLEADER GAVE ME DIS FOOTBALL!" She was ecstatic.

Right before Husband took her to the concession stand for fries and m&ms. She came back announcing "Daddy got my two fav-or-ites" She sat down and ate while we watches the bands march.

During the 3rd quarter I suggested Husband take her to the gopher for a photo-op. They got about 10 feet away and Daughter got cold feet. Mommy swooped in and I carried her up to the gopher and said "Hi, Gopher. Can I have a high five?" {high five} and Daughter was sold. She needed a high five (multiple ones) and her picture taken. Although she wouldn't let me put her down.

The game got completely out of control during the 3rd quarter and we left early to see what fun Son was having. We stayed and played for awhile and all Daughter could talk about was how she got a football from a cheerleader, high fived the gopher and ate fries!

On the way home we stopped by Krispy Kreme and everyone got their favorite. I think Son at more of his cake donut than Daughter at of her chocolate glazed.

Both kids had so much fun ... which means I did too.

Daughter enjoying her fries.

That was about the fifth high five she gave the gopher.

Notice the little toe head in the bottom of the shot. He makes a cameo in the next pic too.

She was too excited to look at the camera. She only wanted to look at the gopher.

notice toe head's creepy hand placement.

Daughter was telling me "Gopher gave me high five."

cheering.

watching.