I love that my new extra-curricular activity has distracted me from my zittyness. I have no idea why I didn’t play football until now. My dad pointed out a couple bright sides. I’m going in with a great understanding of the game. The classroom education, as he called it. And I don’t have any old injuries to worry about. New ones may come, but playing with a clean slate and whole body is a wonderful blessing.
Zit Brother
Yesterday’s spring practice was awesome. It was the first time I worked through a zone defense, and it was fun to find all the holes, windows, etc. that my QB needs to hit. Our QB will only be a Jr. next year, and I swear, the guy has it all. I don’t know him very well yet, but he’s pretty soft-spoken – except in the huddle. The guy is like a coach on the field. One thing we both have in common. A few red bumps in the facial area. Regardless, he hit me on a quick slant, right as a I hit the seam, and it was off to the races. Before we broke the huddle, he looked to me and said, “It’s coming hard, and taking you up field. Be there.”
When I came running back to scrimmage, all the coaches were smiling, clapping and praising my effort. I suppose the execution wasn’t half bad, but I love this game. I know I’ll be less than thrilled the first time I get popped in the chest or face, but it’s part of the game, and I’ve thought about it all.
Sweet Maggie
So. I told Maggie about the blog. Accidentally. The other night when we were up so late, I mentioned that I was behind on my blog, when I meant to say journal. “What? You have a blog? I wanna read it!”
“I meant journal.”
She didn’t buy it. So, I told her about it. And swore her to secrecy. Last night, I got a card in the mail, with this long, beautiful, heart-felt combination of vowels and consonants, broken up by punctuation. She read it all, and is no doubt reading this. She said my zits give me character and keep me humble, and that its a rare quality in people our age. Genuine humility. I love that such a compliment made me swell with pride. Off to wash my face.
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