Guys, I’m ready for fall. 97 degrees in football pads, helmet, etc? No. Baking on the turf field? No. My kids need cooler weather. At Z’s game, B said “I’m not even sweating. That’s a bad sign. Mom, can I have some money to go buy some water?” I said “No! Wait until we get home.”
Oh I am kidding. He went and got three bottles and sucked em down. Then we went to Blitz and they all drank about a gallon each. Coach Y was hot too.
Now the Ducks need to get their shit together or Coach Y is going to be Grumpy-Ass Britches. Our teams both lost today. Balls!!