GrizGuy
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Ok, so this isn’t FCS or Griz, but that influenced the situation…so I’m starting a thread unrelated to anything. Haven’t done that in awhile...
My daughter surprised us a few weeks ago by proclaiming at dinner that she intended to join the new flag football team at her high school. This is a kid who, as much as she loves her dad, has no interest in sitting with me to watch football. Fly fishing or backpacking, she’ll race you to pack the car. But she just isn’t that into football other than watching highlights that I tell her she “has to see.”
Mom didn’t love this idea. And I chose not to appear too enthusiastic about her announcement because that is the kiss of death on her wanting to follow through. If Mom or Dad love an idea, she will run from it faster than an Olympic sprinter.
I should say Olympic 10K runner because she’s a natural high level distance runner, but totally refuses to run track or xc. I won’t go into the whole thing, but she was about 10 when she joined a soccer team and the moment she ran across the pitch to steal a ball, all the dads looked at me and said, “Woah, that kid’s a gazelle.” And of course I knew it, too.
And in rare athletic endeavors, she has shown she can go at a fast pace (mind you I’m 55 and can still drop a sub-6 mile or two during a long training run at 7:30 pce, so I have a concept of what’s faster or slower), and she can do it ALL DAY LONG. But any pushing, pleading or cajoling anyone did, only made her more stubborn about not becoming the amazing runner she is. So I have given up.
But I digress…
Nonetheless, I snuck off to get her cleats and receiver gloves so she would have some decent gear. And I was thrilled she wanted to play. She shrugged but thanked me. This kid, I tell ya, I could bring home a baseball signed by the Babe and she would say, “Hm. Neat, I suppose.” Ha.
Now this runner kid who’s built like a Kenyan marathoner has no business playing football, obviously. But it’s “non-contact,” flag football, so no big deal. I dutifully take her to practice, but she prefers that Mom and Dad not stay and watch. Harrumph, fine. I just listen to her post-game reports. She’s not a starter, which doesn’t surprise me. She’s just not a kid who’s gonna go out and scream and holler and show the world what she’s got, I guess. She just rotates in, mostly on defense, which she says she likes. Okay, sweetie, glad you’re having fun. Whatevs, as the kids say.
This week, she comes home from practice complaining about a thumb injury. It didn’t look like much, so I recommended ice/gentle compression and Tylenol and check it in the morning.
Morning comes, it hurts about the same, and she spills the entire story that she was defending a pass, and the WR pushed her, so she got pissed and shoved the wideout back and jumped to intercept the ball, both kids landing on the ground. In that landing process she hyperextended her thumb.
Ouch.
I told her she could skip practice until it healed.
She said, nah, can’t we tape it or something?
Lemme tell you, Griz Nation, that attitude made me one proud dad.
I asked her why risk further injury?
She says, well, she wants to play. Plus you’re always on about the Griz and the Steelers players you like because they play hurt sometimes, and this isn’t that bad.
Wowza, Griz Nation I couldn’t be happier about my daughter’s first football injury!
And I wanted to share with some folks who would get it.
Now, I just have to convince her to work on field goals so she can kick for the Griz in the 25-26 season as a freshman. I mean, she seems to have the attitude that Bobby might appreciate! ;-)
BTW, the pass play where she got hurt, the ball fell incomplete. Maybe someone should get her lifting weights with her attitude maybe she can become a defensive back…
My daughter surprised us a few weeks ago by proclaiming at dinner that she intended to join the new flag football team at her high school. This is a kid who, as much as she loves her dad, has no interest in sitting with me to watch football. Fly fishing or backpacking, she’ll race you to pack the car. But she just isn’t that into football other than watching highlights that I tell her she “has to see.”
Mom didn’t love this idea. And I chose not to appear too enthusiastic about her announcement because that is the kiss of death on her wanting to follow through. If Mom or Dad love an idea, she will run from it faster than an Olympic sprinter.
I should say Olympic 10K runner because she’s a natural high level distance runner, but totally refuses to run track or xc. I won’t go into the whole thing, but she was about 10 when she joined a soccer team and the moment she ran across the pitch to steal a ball, all the dads looked at me and said, “Woah, that kid’s a gazelle.” And of course I knew it, too.
And in rare athletic endeavors, she has shown she can go at a fast pace (mind you I’m 55 and can still drop a sub-6 mile or two during a long training run at 7:30 pce, so I have a concept of what’s faster or slower), and she can do it ALL DAY LONG. But any pushing, pleading or cajoling anyone did, only made her more stubborn about not becoming the amazing runner she is. So I have given up.
But I digress…
Nonetheless, I snuck off to get her cleats and receiver gloves so she would have some decent gear. And I was thrilled she wanted to play. She shrugged but thanked me. This kid, I tell ya, I could bring home a baseball signed by the Babe and she would say, “Hm. Neat, I suppose.” Ha.
Now this runner kid who’s built like a Kenyan marathoner has no business playing football, obviously. But it’s “non-contact,” flag football, so no big deal. I dutifully take her to practice, but she prefers that Mom and Dad not stay and watch. Harrumph, fine. I just listen to her post-game reports. She’s not a starter, which doesn’t surprise me. She’s just not a kid who’s gonna go out and scream and holler and show the world what she’s got, I guess. She just rotates in, mostly on defense, which she says she likes. Okay, sweetie, glad you’re having fun. Whatevs, as the kids say.
This week, she comes home from practice complaining about a thumb injury. It didn’t look like much, so I recommended ice/gentle compression and Tylenol and check it in the morning.
Morning comes, it hurts about the same, and she spills the entire story that she was defending a pass, and the WR pushed her, so she got pissed and shoved the wideout back and jumped to intercept the ball, both kids landing on the ground. In that landing process she hyperextended her thumb.
Ouch.
I told her she could skip practice until it healed.
She said, nah, can’t we tape it or something?
Lemme tell you, Griz Nation, that attitude made me one proud dad.
I asked her why risk further injury?
She says, well, she wants to play. Plus you’re always on about the Griz and the Steelers players you like because they play hurt sometimes, and this isn’t that bad.
Wowza, Griz Nation I couldn’t be happier about my daughter’s first football injury!
And I wanted to share with some folks who would get it.
Now, I just have to convince her to work on field goals so she can kick for the Griz in the 25-26 season as a freshman. I mean, she seems to have the attitude that Bobby might appreciate! ;-)
BTW, the pass play where she got hurt, the ball fell incomplete. Maybe someone should get her lifting weights with her attitude maybe she can become a defensive back…
