Tonight was Avery's first football practice. See if you can pick him out of the crowd. Go ahead, it's fun.
If you selected the third from the left, you're smoking crack. Those are purple socks. If you picked the player farthest to the right, you did it! It's really quite easy, even for an amateur, like yourself.
The trick is to follow the little brown legs.
The other trick is not to freak out, drop my camera, run onto the field, and drop kick the big pink legs who are crushing my son.
There goes purple legs. Um, somebody didn't get the memo. Hey Purple Legs, there's no need to wear the socks to practice, unless of course you just like purple, it's probably your favorite color. In fact, I bet all of your socks are purple. You probably moved to this town because the school colors are puple and white. I don't like you right now Mr. Purple Socks. And by the way, leave my boy alone. Yeah, you, Purple Legs. Get off my boy.
I probably shouldn't heckle Avery's teammates.
I also shouldn't do things like this. (Wave to Avery while he's on the field). That's not a cool mom thing to do. Then it forces him to wave back, and I believe that waving to your mom from the football field is probably uncool, unless your a professional athlete, then it's endearing.