Cheering for #85

We just wrapped up a seven game season of cheering for our favorite football player.  As a mother it gives me a stomach ache to send my guy out on the field in pads, a helmet, and fancy receiver gloves. Elijah is not the biggest player on the field.  He is not the fastest player on the field.  He is not even the most talented player on the field.

As a linebacker and a tight end, Elijah usually faces guys who are taller, bigger, stronger.  He does not let that stop him!

See!  This guy was as tall as me!

As a mother I beam with pride to send my guy out on the field with a set of skills taught at home and at practice.  What he brings to the field is attitude and effort.  An attitude of "I will try; I'll give it my all."  Effort unsurpassed by most of the other players on his team.

Last minute pep talk.

I love cheering for #85.  I love watching his dad give him pointers.  I love watching him see the play and make a move.  I love watching his baby brother yelling from the sidelines.  I love seeing him take a coaches comments and put them into practice.

Getting the tackle.  Way to go, 85!

"Go, YAYA!"

John spent most games brushing up on his running skills.  

One serious fan!  I love my #85. (Micah is hiding by the garbage cans.)