It started continued in the morning, when he came down to breakfast and asked for the millinonth time about how many hours, exactly, until his football game.
"And it's at the park, right? Too bad that we don't have a stadium. I play better with lots of people cheering." No self-image issues here, thank you very much.
He came home after school, asking to don his city-league jersey and ensemble, but was reminded he couldn't go out to play with friends in his cleats. He opted to skip playing and run around the house in full uniform.
After counting down the minutes and switching the reversible jersey from silver to red and back to silver no less than 14 times, the whistle was blown. And he had the opening kick, a skill he's been working on with gusto in the backyard for weeks. It was much more impressive in person.
And, as it turns out, the kid's not all talk. He had a couple of great carries, two catches and . . . wait for it . . . an interception! An interception in first-grade flag football! The shortest midge on the team pulled off an interception. People screamed and cheered as a finally-downed Ian smoothly danced/swaggered around the field. Some were surprised, but not me so much. He's been pulling balls out of mid-air since long before he could walk.
It was all he could talk about. Best day of his life. But with back to back games, he's looking to top it tonight. In fact, you should join us. It's not a stadium, to be sure, but apparently this kid plays even better when there's a crowd.