Sometimes with the seventh graders, it is one or the other. It was a rough game. We played a much larger school this time...therefore the football players were MUCH larger too.
We are the little red guys. I know there is one tiny yellow in the middle but the rest of them were giants.
Hubby said they were taller than him when he stood beside them. Coaches said they learned their lesson about scheduling a game with a school bigger than us. We were outta our class and out-sized.
Seventy-One is Andrew playing with an injured leg. These guys played hard. No yardage was gained without a battle on both sides. Four yards, six yards, both sides creeped through their plays. We lost but the team did good. They blocked, they tackled, they ran, they held and they fell.
I heard the opposing team's crowd yelling, Hit 71's leg! The opponents had holding called and were not very good sportsmen. I will sleep well, our guys played hard and honest...they did good.
I did not look at the score board. I looked at the team and I was proud. They gave it their all and played with their hearts. They remained a team, a working unit and they never gave an inch easily.