So, we just make it on time - 7pm - (I won't divulge who was...ahem...tardy) to get the kids in and dressed, ready for their 'professional' debut. I pull the camper over as we enter the stadium parking lot nearest the Pro Shop to let the mascots out. It was like E company emptying out of a Douglas C-47 Dakota over Normandy, red light flashing the pilot yelling 'Go! Go! Go!' Steven leads them to the staging area. Park the RV. Whew! We made it. We get our tickets, make our way to the club seats, and wait patiently for the grand entrance. I search the field with my video camera, recording lots of other kids in black SuperLiga uniforms, just none of them ours. I tuck the camera back into my cargo short pocket out of fear of confiscation. We wait as the Revs and Atlante warm up, chat and soak up the atmosphere high above the field. One of those fleeting moments when we don't have children (or wives :-)) tugging on us asking for something. The players leave the field to prepare for their entrance. The boys will only be seen as they enter the stadium. We wait. 8o'clock. Anytime now. Oh, here they come. I frantically dig the video camera back out of my pocket. It needs to be hidden as they are prohibited. What a double standard. Quickly now - it's time. I set myself on the concrete balcony, a human tripod, squatting like a catcher, two hands on the camera, wrists touching the low, steel railing. Great zoom on this little camera my wife just got. I can zoom right in on their faces. I have to be steady though, as using the zoom it is very touchy. Hold'er steady. Concentrate. A bit star struck they are, like deer in headlights. A few smile, most are stone faced looking around, caught in the moment. Pretty big deal for a little kid I imagine. Or they might just be weirded out holding a stranger's hand. They're all lined up now, in front of their pro waiting for the anthems. First the Mexican anthem then our own Star Spangled Banner. I am proud to say that Jojo held his hand over his heart, gently nudging the boys to each of his sides, a reminder to be respectful, much like his father must have done to him. I have done the same to my own sons at these events, whispering in their ear to place their hands over their hearts as a sign of respect to the men who have fought and died to allow us these wonderful freedoms. I am convinced that my son Evan must be deaf in that ear, as his hands are by his side.
Their work is done. They file off, as the players shake hands, ready to begin the fight. They are organized and respectful, I assume due to the riot act they must have been read prior to entering the stadium. Now they begin to smile, perhaps realizing what they have just done. They stood side by side with professional footballers, imagining the day when they will hold a youngsters hand and inspire him, as they have been inspired. That or they are looking forward to chicken fingers and tricolored nachos.
Hopefully, that description, captured in your mind's eye, is better than any video that I could have taken because in my haste to smuggle the video camera out of my pocket and capture this momentous event in our sons' lives, I neglected to hit the record button. Moron.
So, there you have it! The Electrical Engineer that can't run electronics! LOL. I'm sure he won't do that again. I'm sure we have all done that at one point in our lives...I know I have! The good news is that Aodhan didn't utter a word about the soccer game. Bullet dodged!
On to the pics!!
Just like Daddy!!!
My little bookworm! She LOVES to read...all day long, reading, reading, reading! She started and finished this book tonight..."Tales from the House of Bunnicula - It Came from Beneath the Bed" Scary!!! She said it was a little bit scary!
No pics of the boys today....they are off with Shaune visiting his grandfather in the nursing home.