Our weekend football games with Aaron continue to be………………well, educational in a strange sort of way. He certainly keeps us alert and aware of football aspects that we usually never notice.
Here’s a typical picture of Aaron as he settles in for the game. If I get a little chilly and throw my fuzzy blanket over my legs, I have to say that our family room resembles a nursing home. No comments from my well meaning (yeah, right!) family and friends.
This past Saturday we watched the LSU – Alabama game. Aaron always asks, “Mom, so what team are you voting for?” I told him that I was voting for Alabama. He figures out, then, which team is which. “Mom, Alabama is wearing the red hats, right?” Yes, Aaron, the red HELMETS. And he replies, “OK, they’re wearing the red hats.” Whatever.
Aaron is very fascinated with the cheerleaders, and not for the reason that you would think a 27 year old young man would be fascinated with cheerleaders. He just thinks that male cheerleaders are quite unusual. He never thought of guys being cheerleaders. “Mom, why are there boy cheerleaders?” Well, Aaron, boy cheerleaders are usually called yell leaders, I believe. “Yeah, so why do they have boy cheerleaders?” Sigh. Aaron, male yell leaders can hold up the pyramids better because they’re strong. And they yell loud, too.
Later the television camera panned over to do a quick shot of the girls standing on the boy’s shoulders. “Look, Mom!! The teenage cheerleader boys have to catch the teenage cheerleader girls so they don’t fall on the ground!” He’s getting it. I decided not to even talk about the age thing yet. One concept at a time.
He loves watching the refs and trying to figure out their hand signals. You have to take my word for it – his imitation of the hand signals is pretty hilarious. And his comment at one point was, “Mom, that ref in his jail shirt has an “R” on his shirt!” To Aaron, refs always have and always will wear jail shirts. I guess he thinks they all have a rap sheet, too. My apologies to the refs who may read this.
Coaches fascinate him. He likes watching their expressions and seeing how they react to various decisions of the refs in their jail shirts. This time he noticed their headgear. “Mom, why does the chief of the team have those microphones?”
He’s having a harder time figuring out the 4 quarters, but he’s doing better. “Mom, is the halftime before the number 3 or the number 2?” And as he started getting tired, especially when the team in the red hats that we voted for was losing, he said, “Mom, the 4th round is the last one, right?”
And toward the end of this game, he noticed the band swaying back and forth as they played their peppy song. “Mom, how come on football teams they need singers like that?!” Singers? Did I miss something?
I’m sure Aaron will help me figure it out during the next game that we watch!