A Conversation With Linsdey

.Last night, I went to my son's first football game of his senior year. He saw a lot of playtime as a lineman (offensive tackle, mostly). There was a certain play that my son was in where a boy on his team looked to be knocked out cold. I didn't see my son and fear seized my heart. Then, I thought I might have been mistaken about him being in the play and scanned the players on the sidelines for his number 65 shirt. Not there!!! I started to get ready to run out there when I saw him walking away from the downed player. Relief! Not my kid. Sorry for the injured boy but thank God my son was safe!.Today, I was talking to my kids about it. My daughter missed the game so I was re-telling the story to them in the car. Here is how that conversation went:.Me: "....so I was about to start hopping fences and race out onto the field yelling 'Outta my way, bitches!' when Papa pointed Nick out. Melissa told me if I had gone out there like that, Nick would forever be known as the kid whose mommy ran out onto the field. I just think that he would forever be known as the kid whose mommy could outrun any player on that team when her son is hurt.".Lindsey: "No, mom. Nick would forever be known as the kid whose mommy yelled 'Outta my way, bitches' before tumbling down the bleachers and knocking herself out.".I get no respect.

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