Speaking about football…

Super Bowl Sunday this weekend.

Pardon me for not being excited. Oh, I will watch the game, of course, cheering on the Rams (and #33, Justin Davis, who does not know me but I worked with his Dad, Eric…), hoping to end old What’s his Name’s streak of terror. I certainly hope the commercials are better than last year. Do you remember any of last year’s? Exactly.

It’s been a long dry-spell, being a 49er Faithful. They will come back strong, I honestly believe. Despite their management.  Until then, I watch the games and cheer them on, like a good fan.

However…

There are many things to rant and complain about the NFL that has nothing to do with the 49ers.  PLEASE find commentators that talk about the game being played at the time. As for network camera men & women – stop showing so many close-ups of the stands and the sidelines, and film the game. Remember the game being played on the field? Film THAT!  We do not want to hear about whatever it is that you must squeeze in before commercial break. Stop paying these guys per word – tell them to slow down. They do not have to say every silly fact and stat coming over the teleprompters.

Don’t interrupt players and coaches with inane questions on their way to the locker room. These people are in no mood to chit-chat, their heads are in the Game. Period.

Oh – don’t even mention the referee’s to me now – they are a whole rant unto themselves.

Sheesh!

I really enjoy going to The Nevada Union Junior Miners games, when I am in Grass Valley.  The 8 and under’s are my favorite team. It is so rewarding to cheer for a team that is kicking butt. I also find them adorably cute, but I would never say so in front of them.

These 6-8 year old’s are serious about football. They are pushed to the limit at the first practice of the year (I’m talking crying and begging here…) because the coaches are serious too.

Oh, and the lady announcer is awesome. She knows what she is talking about, football wise, AND the kids names.  There are NO commentators chattering in the booth, making ridiculous statements about things they do not understand. Or other games they have seen with other players playing in them. Sometimes having a low-budget can be a good thing.

No matter where you sit in the Stadium your ticket costs you five bucks. You read right – $5 front row on the 50-yard line. Parking is free and there is plenty of it. No salary caps needed – no salaries.

Did I mention they have a snack bar? Good fresh coffee & all the gross junk foods you can think of. And some you wouldn’t even!

 

♥  TTFN  ♥

Football Has Never Been This Cute Before

Ah Oh! My Grandma is coming out with this post!…

I will be cheering for a new team this year – The NU Junior Miners, 8 and under.  It is the team my granddaughter is on. That’s right, I said my granddaughter.

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I was able to attend the very first team practice on July 25th. It was exciting and very suspenseful it turned out..

I swelled with pride to watch our Chloe doing those running in place “down-up” drills. Coach praised her and said she was the fastest and to keep up the good work. Every 10-15 minutes, coach sent them all “to the bench” which meant run over to your parents and drink some water.

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The high temp that day was 100 degrees, and it was still HOT when practice began at 6:00 pm. I was shocked to find out that practice lasted for 2 full hours – An hour past bedtime for some of those kids!

It was nearly 7:00 pm when the first kid lost it.

One of the older boys ran off the field. His parents were sitting on the edge of the field we were on. The poor kid was shaking and crying so hard he could barely speak. When he was able to get some words out they conveyed desperation and panic.

I want to go home now!” “I can’t do this!”  “It’s too hard” “I’m going to quit!” The more his parents tried to calm him the more desperate he became. These kids have run hard, and doing exercises constantly (even for water breaks they had to run off the field then back again).

If an 8-year-old boy is destroyed by the first hour of practice, how the hell is a 6-year-old going to hold up?  Well, she lasted for another half-hour before losing her mind. Shaking, Sobbing and repeating what was becoming the mantra of the evening “I can’t do this!  It’s too hard.”

I was impressed how parents reacted to this situation. They were calm and supported of their children, but wanted them to stick it out for the entire practice. They wanted them to sit (off the field) and listen and watch the team drills. No one yelled at the coaches to tone it down. There were no riots or injuries (like those soccer people always seem to have) either.

Once my granddaughter was calm and caught her breath, she was still reluctant to get back in there. Until coach started them on her favorite drill.

“Oh look! They are doing the defensive drills,” my daughter says.

“OK – I’ll try again,” Miss 51 said. Although her lower lip trembled, and her eyes had tears left in them, she put on her “brave face”, waved to us as she ran back onto the field and got into line. After her turn, she would circle back and get into another line. She made me think of the Energizer bunny – she kept going and going and going.

She managed to make it through to the end, 8:05 according to my watch. I knew she would. FirstDayOnField

Her first game is this weekend, and I am so bummed I can’t go! I expect my  daughter to take video!!  Would it be too much to ask my Son-in-Law to call me during the game and give me a radio announcer’s version? I’m thinking, hey, he’s there watching it anyway, right?

OMG!  She even stands like a football player – isn’t that so cute?

♥  TTFN  ♥

Meet & Greet at Swiss Star Farms

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1-year old female (crappy photographer)

Hope y’all had as happy of a weekend as I did!  (You probably didn’t though, because mine involved granddaughters and puppies, and unless you had those 2 things going for you, then you didn’t.)   Sorry.

I had a MAJOR ‘dog-fix’ visiting Bobbie at Swiss Star Farms in Grass Valley, CA.  I had three of her dogs fighting over me, each wanting to be first in line to be cuddled and get their ears rubbed. Each was more gorgeous than the next. I have to admit that I want my dog to be beautiful, way beyond the puppy stage. Does that make me a “dog-snob”?  I only had the camera on my phone, so these photos in no way do the happy trio any justice.

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Young female & Mom Catching some shade and water.

The three dogs I met on Friday had a combined weight of 500 pounds, and yet, somehow, they believed they were lap-dogs. I’m not a dog-whisperer, but I have a lap, and those three ‘puppies’ were determined to use it. That’s a lot of love. A furry, lovable, herd of teddy bears who forget their mannerly ways when visitors arrive to see them.  I was enthralled. It had been a long time since I was near any large dogs, so of course I immediately forgot their names in all the excitement.  Once each one got some attention, they settled down next to our chairs to enjoy our doting over them, while we chatted with Bobbie about them, and their linage.

Bobbie sent us off with an 8-page questionnaire to fill out and return to her. I have filled out shorter forms applying for a security clearance. Breeders are very serious about who they entrust to adopt their puppies. I find this comforting, rather than annoying. (Security Clearance forms will always be annoying, however.)

Bernese Mountain Dogs (referred to as ‘BMDs’ from now on, cause I’m too tired to type ‘Bernese Mountain Dog’  constantly), are beautiful, smart and sweet dogs. They are a large and strong breed, a hearty ‘working dog’ class, originally from Bern, Switzerland. They are trained to herd livestock, pull carts, and wagons. They are also instinctively protective of their family members.

Once you adopt one, no other breed will do.

“500 pounds?” my dog-less friends ask. “That means dogs weighing 166 pounds each!”

I just smile in response.  They have no idea.

🙂