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We found football!

So the worst part (really one of the very few bad parts) of moving here was that we couldn't find football for Brayden. You'd think in the South - where football abounds, where everyone knows how to call the Hogs, hook 'em Horns, can spot the likes of Boomer Sooner, knows the Dallas Cowboys star from any other star there may ever be, knows intimately the story of the Marshall Thundering Herd (from We Are Marshall), where we are already seeing Darren McFadden Raiders jerseys on children and where Friday Night Lights are more of a religion than something to do - where the high school football team has an indoor practice facility that rivals anything the Chiefs have (seriously) - you'd think that of all places that here they would start boys early in football. This, my friends, is not so much the case.



We looked everywhere for a football program for 5-year olds. Most athletics are run through the Boys and Girls Clubs here, and they don't start until second grade. Now, I'm not a crazy football mom, but if you've met our Bubba, you know that he was built for this game. And he loves it. And we love it - we just left a great group of friends that we met through 4- and 5-year-old football and T-ball. (Hey, Beej!)



Anyway, Nate stumbled upon Upward!, a sports program administered through the First Assembly of God in Bentonville. Brayden had his first practice this Monday. There were a ton of little boys, and the coordination level differences is astounding. For instance, we have to practice running backward :-)



The final piece of this little rant is that they were placed on teams that were already named. Coming from Kansas City, there are a few teams that we'd prefer not to be called, but the bad one - the worst one of all - that's what we are now. Can you guess it? The first one to tell me our team name gets a shout out in the next posting. I'll look forward to hearing from you!

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