Sometimes, I have very random thoughts that really aren't blogging thoughts, but just things that I would like to write down, but don't. This blog is mostly my journal.But because this is a public site, I choose not to write about them for just anyone to see, not because they are bad- but more because I doubt anyone would care. So this is my page to just write random stuff that I am thinking of, that more than likely will ONLY make sense to me:) and its things that I want to remember and things that I will think maybe my own kids will one day think are neat to know about me.
September 18, 2010
I have lots of football memories. My earliest football memory, is not one that I have EVER forgotten, but one that I was reminded of last night and I was telling Ken and Linda Zarsky about. Its funny what you will remember about your childhood in the most random places. Last night as we were getting ready to watch the game from the stands, you could see the clouds rolling in and you could smell the rain. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that it we were about to be drenched and of course, I left the rain jackets and umbrella in the car that was parked 3 blocks away!
The team hadn't even taken the field yet and I was thinking- "what am I thinking"
I turned around and I saw Linda Zarsky pulling out a plastic poncho. All of the sudden I remembered- VERY vividly, one of the earliest memories of a football game that my family went to.
My family was/IS die hard Coyote fans and at that time- it was (serioulsy, sadly, I remember the year- feel like my Grandpa right now) 1986, I had JUST turned 6 years old and we went to watch Wichita Falls High School play LB Bell at LD Bell. (whats even funnier is JP Pelt's mom and dad went to LD Bell and Lisa was probably with the drill team at that game)
Anyhow, the Coyotes were REALLY good that year and of course my family traveled to the game. My entire family and another good friend of my Grandpa's (Mike Ayers)
And the reason I remember Mike is because we were in his blue van and he dipped and I remember picking up his cup to get a drink and looked in it and almost threw up.
We got to the game and it was drizzling. It was later in the fall, so the weather was turning cooler and I remember being really cold. At that time, it was popular and not against UIL to hand out balloons of your team's colors and when the team ran out, you got to let it go and you saw your teams colors flying in the sky. There was an African American Coyote Drill Team member in her red and black drill team uniform that came over to give me a Black Balloon and I cried because I wanted a RED one, but I believe she had already walked off, by that time the rain was still light.
The next thing that happened, is the number 1 reason, why I can guarantee to you that I remember this evening so well:
My Grandmother, pulls our a black trash bag and MAKE ME WEAR IT. I was SO upset, I guarantee I cried the entire time. I would rather have gotten soaking wet and pneumonia than wear that darn thing, but my Grandma made me. What I don't remember is why it was Grandma that made me wear it and not my mom and dad, because I know they were there. I sat by my dad and wouldn't speak to my Grandma. I was SO mad and upset and really embarrassed, eventhough looking back on it, there were other people doing the same thing.
But I was thinking about the trash bag that I had in my bag (for wet shoulder pads and stuff) and I was thinking there was NO way that I would put that on me or the boys. I would sit there soaking wet before I put a plastic sack on. I am not even sure I would put a poncho on- its too close to a trashbag! ha
