Last night we cheered Otto on as he finished his last flag football game of the season.  (We missed two games due to our Colorado adventures so the season has felt pretty short.)

 

 

It was his first venture into team sports and our family’s first venture into football of any variety.  (I still have a hard time explaining how Otto performed if anyone asks.  “He scored a touchdown,” I’ll say.  “And then he caught the football in the end area for the throw that happens after the touchdown that is for a much smaller amount of points.”)

We’ve got the best fans too.

 

 

Before the game I asked Otto if he could hear me cheer for him during games.  He looked at me, straight-faced.  “Yes, Mommy,” he said.  “I can hear`you.  It’s all I hear.  It is rather loud.”

Alright then, son.  Good talk.

Certainly I am biased toward my own son and his skills.  But I like to humor myself and believe that I am not oblivious to when my children do not perform well at certain tasks too.

I think it’s safe to say that Otto likes football.  And I think it is also safe to say that Otto has well-developed eye and hand coordination.  He’s fast.  And he is beginning to grasp the concept of the game and he is beginning to master the maneuvering of his body to outrun opponents and to intercept passes.

 

 

I think the following conversation between Otto and his coach says it all.  (And also makes me laugh.)  The conversation went something like this:

Otto: Hey, Coach.  Do you think in the next half of the game I could try out that other spot?

Coach: What other spot, Otto?

Otto: You know, the one over there.

Coach:  Do you mean the bench?

Otto:  Yes.  That spot.

Coach:  Well.  Uh.  That isn’t exactly a coveted spot.  Why do you want to try that out?

Otto:  Because I never have.

 

 

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