Zack has been looking forward to playing sports at school
since he was in first grade.
You can't play football, basketball,
baseball etc...until 5th grade.
#55
*CHEER*
for her brother and the rest of the team.
(She was just thrilled)
Zack got to *verse*
(that's what the kids call it - not just mine)
a few of his friends this season.
One of them was Ryan.
Way to go Zack!
(Except for wrestling but thankfully Zack didn't want to wrestle)
Zack has come home just beat up from this sport.
Headaches, goose eggs, black eye, muscle aches,
scratched lip from some guys dirty fingernail
(and yes I know it was dirty,these kids are 10-12,
they don't wash their hands)
One day Zack came home and laid down
saying his head hurt.
Being the sympathetic mom that I am
I told him to get up and take something for it
so he could get his homework done.
It wasn't until after dinner that Zack told us
he had been put up against the biggest kid on the team.
(Zack = under 70lbs and Big Kid = 124lbs+)
Zack caught the ball, coach blew the whistle
and the Big Kid still tackled him.....
cracking Zack's helmet and popping his neck!
OMG!!! Why is he still playing?!!
IDK?!
Another game the ambulance was called out TWICE!
Only one more game left
then I can switch my worrying gears to
Basketball!
Aren't there less injuries in basketball?
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