Texas is SERIOUS about some football. Tonight was the second time I was out to dinner and someone tried to recruit my son for Pee Wee football. The boy is eight. I know he's built like a linebacker, but come on....eight! Is it just me or is something wrong with this picture?
Of course, I suppose we could call it grooming. You know, for high school ball so he can get a scholarship for college so he can be a first round draft pick because Mommy needs a new Mercedes. Yay football!
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