Why is our American football game called football, when we (I use the term “we” quite loosely, beings as I personally do not play football) use our HANDS and feet?
Why do we call soccer, soccer? (What, exactly, does the word soccer even mean??)
I tend to agree with our friends across the pond, that it IS football.
(Or is it fotbol?)
Either way, it is played, solely, with the feet. No hands.
(Okay, okay…for the smartypants…the goalie can handle the soccer ball with his hands. AND…if the ball must be thrown in, the hands are used. But, those are the only exceptions.)
Why, pray tell, am I even bothering with this subject?
Well, our youngest punk decided, just this past Fall, to try out for the soccer team.
He has never, ever played soccer before.
He actually made the team!
He actually knows what he is doing!
Oh, good grief, look, here’s proof:
As most of you know, if you’ve read this blog or are friends with me on Facebook, I LOVE ME SOME FOOTBALL.
American COLLEGE football, to be exact.
American BAYLOR college football, to be even more exact.
I’m the teeniest, tiniest, wee-little-bit, obsessed.
So, I get football. For the most part, I understand all the rules and strategies of football.
Starting this January, though, I had to learn a new kind of football.
(Which, as I’ve already alluded to, should actually be called FOOTball.)
(Although, I am trying to come up with a new name for American football, that would sound good. So far nothing comes to mind.)
Anyway, I am learning about this new-to-me game and am loving it! I can see why the rest of the entire world likes the game!
If you know anything about soccer, you know there are quite a few differences between soccer and football.
Here are some things I’ve just recently learned:
- The clock runs UP to 90 minutes, not down. (This is Premier League soccer–Professional, not high school.)
- The clock never stops. (This is mostly true in high school play, as well.)
- The umpire (or are they referees? I need to find out.) carries yellow and red cards–not flags–to signify a penalty.
- I was at one of my very first games when I saw, what I thought was a penalty, and immediately stood up, threw my arms up in the air and yelled–quite LOUDLY, I must add—-“WHERE’S THE FLAG, REF?!! WHERE.IS.THE.FLAG?!”
- (Remember, refs don’t have flags to throw in soccer. My bad.)
- Yellow cards are warnings. “You better watch out, player! Don’t do that again!” Or, “You need to cool it…go sit the bench for a play or two and calm down.” (Or, something along those lines.)
- Red cards are UH-OH; YOU MESSED UP, DUDE. “Go sit on the bench, buddy. You’re out of the game.”
- Soccer is full of actors. There are some flopping performances (falling down, rolling around on the ground, holding your shin, pretending to be hurt) that should, honestly, be given awards. It can be quite moving.
- (remember, I’m new to this, so I may not be technically accurate on some of these points) At the end of a high school game, if the score is tied, each team gets 10 more minutes of play time to try to score. If they are still tied at the end of the two 10 minute intervals, you have penalty kicks. THIS is a VERY exciting part of the game! Each team gets 5 players who each take alternating turns at a chance to kick a goal. The crowd is to remain quiet while the players each have their turn at out-smarting the goalie. Very exciting, y’all!
- You are not required to carry a vuvuzela (Google it.). (Darn it. I would go crazy with it, if I had one!!)
- High school soccer is played–at least in Texas–during the WORST season of the year. It is usually BITTERLY cold! (I know, I know, if I lived in Wisconsin or Montana, I would actually know what bitterly cold means, but to this born and raised Texas girl, 19 degrees with sleet and wind is TEETH-CHATTERING-INHUMANLY-UNREASONABLY-STUPID-COLD!!
- so there.
One last parting video my son recently showed me I think you’ll like:
OH! And, guess what?!
We are play-offs bound!!
Has it been nearly two years??
A lot has happened in those two years…mainly adjusting to country life is what has happened.
And, loving on and serving with our neighbors.
And, watching a ton of Baylor football (and basketball).
And, purchasing some cows.
And a donkey.
And, planting a garden (or two).
And, watching our oldest change colleges and majors…and join the wake boarding team.
And, cheering on our youngest in high school football…and soon, soccer.
I’ve missed occasionally writing and photographing the happenings around our family, so I’m hoping 2015 will be the year I get back in the habit…if you’ll have me back in your email box and on your FB newsfeed, that is.
Because we are wrapping up the last little bit of 2014 (say it ain’t so!!), I thought I’d throw out a couple of pictures of what I mentioned above. A lot of the pictures were taken with my iphone…”the best camera you own is the one you are presently carrying…”and I carried my phone WAY more than my “big boy” Canon camera. (That’s another habit I hope to change in 2015.)
More to come!
(I’ve missed you.)
When we moved to League City, south of Houston, in 2007, we planted a church. It was just a little different from most churches where we had served in the past.
But, it was a good different.
We tried to take the good from the past and chuck the ineffective/not-so-great, and planted a church, designed on the church in Acts, in the Bible.
They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved. Acts 2:42-47
Not every idea worked perfectly, and our church, which is still in existence, even though we had to move, is still trying to get it right. (Aren’t most churches trying to get it right? We are a group of flawed humans, after all.)
But, through all of it, we felt (and still feel) God’s hand of favor was and is upon that little church.
One of the things we did a little different was to have weekly local neighborhood gatherings. (A couple different families would host in their own neighborhoods, getting to know their neighbors.)
There was ALWAYS food involved!
(And, you know how I love me some food!)
Long story, short, we would meet at our house, or at our neighbor’s house, bring a pot-luck meal, and while eating, we would share our lives. The highs and lows of the week. The kids were included in the conversation, as well. It was important for them to hear and be heard.
We invited other neighbors and we shared meals with them. It was not designed to be exclusive in any way, shape, or form.
But, it was bigger than just a supper club.
We served our neighbors together.
We played together. (That link is only one of the many Hunks vs Punks posts I’ve written about…do a search for Hunks vs Punks, and you can read them all!)
(Not only did we play football together, we went to football games together…)
(I actually DO know the lady at the bottom right; I just didn’t when I took that picture. She’s probably still talking to her neighbor because he’s probably still texting…)
We prayed together and even baptized together…
And, of course, we ate together.
It was a beautiful thing.
ThrillCam and I will forever be changed, for the better, because of our neighborhood Table Group.
(photo credit to Jeremy Knight)
So, guess what?
We are trying it, again, with our new neighbors!
We had a group of 4 families over, on Tuesday night (no, I didn’t take pictures…yet!).
We threw out the vision.
We’ll see what happens.
Either way, whether we meet weekly and eat together, or not, I’m excited to see where God takes us, as a neighborhood.
Because, I KNOW how lives can be impacted and changed just by reaching out and loving one another…doing life together.
No, not football season.
No, not Fall weather.
No, not boots and plaid season.
No, not cold and flu season.
It’s HOMECOMING SEASON!!!!!
And, we all know what that means…
In honor of all those moms out there making mums…
Moms and mums.
Mums making mums.
Mum’s the word!
Okay, I’ll stop.
I must, once again, post my most favorite video of all time. If you have ANYTHING to do with Homecoming, anywhere, you must watch this video. You’ll die.
Crazy, no? It just blows my mind, those mums and their mums…
Guess what…I’m doing the mum thing again, now that my youngest is in high school…
(You can read about one of my past mum encounters about two years ago, here.)
Yes, my youngest son has asked a girl to Homecoming.
In fact, he asked TWO girls to Homecoming!!
…to two different Homecomings.
He’s going down to the Houston area to escort one friend this weekend, and then, next weekend, he’s asked another sweet girl to his own high school’s Homecoming!
I’m having to provide TWO mums this year!!!
(Yes, you can cry for me now.)
(If you would like to contribute to the MUM FUND, please send checks or cash…ASAP.)
I’m sure to have pictures to share soon…
I’m looking back at some of the highlights of the past few months, especially because I did so little blogging during that time, and a lot happened.
I didn’t carry my DSLR around as much as usual, so I relied on my phone to document our family’s events. (Of course, if you follow me on Instagram, these photos are repeats, for the most part. Sorry.)
So, in Part One, I took you through the summer, culminating with our move from the Houston area to the Waco area.
One of the first things we did was move our oldest into his dorm at college.
(There are no words to describe how much I miss this punk being around on a daily basis.)
After we got him moved into the dorm, we headed back out to the middle of nowhere to hang out for the next 6 weeks with my sister, who lives in the same house where I grew up.
We weren’t able to move into our new house, immediately, so in order to get our youngest started in school we had to live with my sister. We drove him 45 minutes, both ways, every day, to and from school. I wouldn’t have wanted to do that for much longer, but it was fine while it lasted.
While living out in the boonies, ThrillCam took our youngest dove hunting one weekend. In the shot above, he’s showing our son how to clean the dove he shot.
(I know I took pictures of the bacon-wrapped doves we grilled after their hunt, but I can’t find them. Probably a good thing. It would make us all hungry, and I’m trying to lose weight, so no need putting you or me through that agony.)
Of course, one of the many benefits of moving to Central Texas is the close proximity to ThrillCam’s and my alma mater, Baylor University.
You know, if you’ve read this blog for any amount of time, I bleed green and gold. And, during this particular time in the university’s life, it is very, very exciting to be a Baylor Bear! I have ALWAYS, ALWAYS supported my Bears, through thick and thin, but I must say, it is quite fun, especially when it comes to athletics.
(Here’s one of the many reasons being a Baylor Bear is so fun! Our Heisman Trophy winner, RGIII:)
But, Baylor football wasn’t the only scene in town.
Our youngest put on the pads and played hard.
Last year, in 7th grade, the kid was an offensive lineman. He was tall and sort of on the chunky side. (Aren’t we all? …No? …We’re not? …It’s just me? …Shoot.)
After that football season, though, his entire body went through a complete metamorphosis. He dropped a ton of weight and slimmed up so much.
I think he grew 35 feet, too. …Give or take a few.
He could no longer play on the line.
Instead, he played Tight End on offense and Outside Linebacker on defense.
Below was one of my favorite shots during football season. I just loved the lights on either side and the team in the middle. And the sky’s colors…dreamy.
In the meantime, our oldest son discovered a local wake boarding cable park. I’d never heard of such a thing, but leave it to my thrill-seeking boy to find it.
You grab hold of a handle and the cable pulls you around the lake, while you
hang on for dear life wakeboard. There are jumps and ramps and such all the way around the lake. It’s honestly way cool!
I’ll try to remember to blog about it more, soon.
At the end of September, our family made its way back down to League City to have one last celebration with our church family. They held a lovely reception for us.
Oh, how my heart aches for these folks.
In October, we had some of our first visitors! Our youngest’s best buddy and his mom (one of my best buddies) made the 4-hour trek to hang out for a while.
November brought a number of visitors. Which meant I had to scramble to unpack most everything and finally get the house in order!
First, I hosted a small reunion for my childhood summer camp friends. (Which tribe do you think I belong to?) (Answer: the winningest tribe, of course!) (I’ve now made my Huaco friends angry…again.)
Then, the very next week was Thanksgiving and we hosted ThrillCam’s family for a few days.
ThrillCam and the boys went deer hunting in December, right before Christmas, and they got 2 deer each.
(I should take a picture of our freezer, right now. It is packed!–we eat all that my boys/husband hunts. We are eating the healthiest we’ve probably ever eaten, thanks to all the venison; it’s lean and hormone-free.)
I was going to end there, but for those of you who might get a little squeamish at the sight of blood (sorry), I figured I should end with something else.
Something festive and pretty.
There. No one gets squeamish over Christmas presents, right?
After I rushed to get everything into its place, in the new house, I turned right around and moved it all to decorate for Christmas. I felt like I was in a perpetual move.
Our December was busy and fun, so I’ll save that for tomorrow or the next day.
Then, for the most part, we’ll be caught up on the past 6 months or so.
If you’ve been riding along on this blog train for any amount of time, then you’ve certainly read some posts about our annual neighborhood Super Bowl football game, the Hunks vs. Punks. I have documented four or five years of this happy occasion.
To me, the pre-game before “The Game” is far more entertaining and fun.
This year was different, though.
This year, the Hunks decided to end a years-long tradition. I think, they decided they were a) too old, b) too out-of-shape, c) too old, and d) too old to put themselves in harm’s way any more.
As far as the Punks, I’m not sure why they did not want to participate.
But, as you will recall, last year, I told you about the up and coming Punks. They were chomping at the bit to finally get their chance to play on the gridiron in this fun neighborhood tradition.
They wanted to try their hand with the big boys.
Just look at those little Punks waiting, longing, dreaming of when their time was to come…
Bless their little pea-pickin’ hearts…
The big Hunks vs. Punks game would be played and watched by many, while the “little guys” stood on the sidelines.
Finally, following the Hunks vs. Punks game, these guys would form their own game.
This group of neighborhood boys have always had to wait their turn. They were just not old enough to mix it up with the big boys.
They needed to wait. They would have gotten hurt.
This year, though, they were all old enough and big enough to participate.
Fortunately, though, ThrillCam and our neighbor Scott honored the little guy’s desire to continue the tradition.
They went out in the cold and wet and chose teams.
In the mud.
It was so much fun.
And, boy did they have a great time!!
And, while I dearly miss the traditional Hunks and Punks game, I must say, the level of pure joy present during yesterday’s game far outweighs the previous years’ games.
It was nice to see a fun tradition continue to take place in our neighborhood, even if it was on a smaller scale.
I will have more about this game in the days to come.
Because you will not believe how this all ended…
Have a great Monday!