My daddy is a football coach. He is finally a head coach, at the high school we are now at. Football is a big part of my life, and I love it. I have done all kinds of things to help out, this year I was the official "videographer," which means I filmed all the games. This meant I had to be there every week, but I never would have missed anyway.
Our school has never had a strong football program, and they were 0 for 10 the year before Dad got here. this is our second year here, and we are in the midst of turning things around. This year we were 1-9, but things are better than they ever have been. The attitude of the players is different, the way the coaches do their job is different, the way other people think about us is different. This is about more than what the scoreboard says, this is about being loud and proud, believing in yourself and your team, and building character.
OK, now that I've said waaay more than I planned on, it's time to find out what this post is really supposed to be about. Last year we started a tradition. The day after the last football is a big celebration. We make our first hot chocolate, build a fire, and just have a great time together as a family. Here are some pics from our shindig on Friday!