We were back. Back in a house big enough to host Thanksgiving. In our home. Or as I call it out corrective emotional experience. It was a great day. Sure, my friend Whitney got my car into a little accident two days before. It wasn’t his fault and I have a rental that is clean for the next week or so. Sure, all my house guests never used the same cup twice and I’ve never loaded the dishwasher this much, piffle! Everyone was upbeat, fun and ready for football. Yes, the low rent Kennedys were at it again.
Our annual football game. We always have the strong players, my nephew, husband, brother in laws, friend Whitney. They actually seem to know the rules and how to catch a ball. Then there is the plucky. My sister Cecily who doesn’t know all the rules, but can run and catch. Then it drops down to my sister Carole and I who are like big, dumb guards. You do not want to throw to us, but we can block and distract. Every year there are the wild cards. More than skill we like enthusiasm. This year we had a European player. My sister in law’s boyfriend, Reinier, from Holland. A great cross cultural experience to play with a man brought up on soccer, or as his people call it, football.
After the first down Reinier said : ” did they score?”
“so it’s our ball”
“no, they get 4 tries”
“this is the stupidest game” It sounds even better with the Dutch accent. That was the name we gave him as well. “Dutch”.
“Dutch, you hike the ball”
“to what, where?”
It was hard to explain to him the ins and outs of football as I really don’t get it either. There is Dutch holding the ball.
Vivien and her friend Gracie played, but when my brother in law Kevin decided to make Vivien the running back she left the field in tears. Great idea QB, little rough for the 6 year old. Everyone charging at her.
She stayed with her Aunt Leslie after that and cheered us on.
Gracie was also promoted by Kevin. Great idea. She left bewildered and with a small cut on her hand. Which was also a bummer because we lost her father “Neighbor Bob” who could actually play.
Brogdon girls are not known for athleticism as this photo certainly bears out. But, we have the aforementioned needed enthusiasm.
We played at a nearby park and towards the end two large brothers asked if they could play. They were drafted immediately. My team had Roman. Sadly, they came to late. The other team scored and the final score 2-1 ( how we score it)
“Wish you guys had come sooner.” we told the brothers. Don’t know why they didn’t want to pose with us in our final shot. Probably had had enough of this rag tag crew.
Mark really dove for a ball at the end and got a little scraped up. Wolverine, I mean Whitney, tries to help him out here.
Later Dutch mentioned he was surprised that Mark played only three weeks after his hernia surgery. It shows my Minnesota roots that that didn’t even occur to me. Of course he had to play football!
We head home and change into our dinner clothes. Serve apps and the losing QB redeems himself with martini making. I made a good savory tart, goat cheese, carmelized onion. Cecily made one with nuts and cranberries. Then we have dinner, go around the table for everyones list of gratitude and at desert I break out my annual “Turkey Trot Trivia” contest.
By the way, the turkey was from Campanile and was brined for days. Mark was up at 4am for three days preparing thanksgiving dinner for over 700 people at the restaurant ( and a few carry outs like myself)
Rex was fussing, but I forged ahead as I still wanted to put the camera on the tripod and get a picture of us all. Then we did the funny poses.
“okay, kung fu”
“okay, fake family portrait”
Poor Rexy, I finally put him down to bed and he had a little fever. He had just gotten a cold. Maybe it’s the time of the year for that or maybe his crazy distracted mom and family upset him. I did worry a bit.
Though now he is better and I am congested and feel like my eyes are bleeding, so guess it was just a cold.
We do have so much to be grateful for.
Jump for joy.