Lament of a Newbie Football Mom

The beginning of September in Texas heralds a brand new season.  I speak not of autumn leaves and sweater-weather, but the clash of helmets and the smell of sweaty boys. I am now officially a Football Mom (is that capitalized?).  I have just finished splinting my first sprained thumb/jammed pinkie combo.  My 13 year old son is now running around the house clicking his injured appendages together like a demented crab....more