I picked him up at 3 p.m. and we headed back to town to get ready for tonight, a rare occassion of grandfather, father and son. A sorta-improvised men's night out.
We chose the Oxford at Gadsden City football game as our destination, because of the drama surrounding the game. Oxford entered the game at 3-0, ranked No. 4 in Class 6A, or the largest high school classification in the state of Alabama. Gadsden City was 2-1, and ranked No. 8. So the buildup to this game was enough to coerce us into attending.
We departed my father's house about 6 p.m. in order to stop by an ATM and hit the Burger King drive-thru for some chicken fries for my son -- the dinner of champions according to him. Oh well, he ate them all, so where am I to complain?
We got to the game and were standing in the ticket line for about 15 minutes when the game kicked off.
We did not miss much, other than a couple of incomplete passes by Oxford and a punt return by Gadsden City.
The game was not very interesting. Gadsden City's defense is extremely strong, but its offense, let's say, the Titans' offense needs some improvement if they hope to go deep in the playoffs in a few weeks.Oxford showed why it is considered the team to beat in their region.
The Yellow Jackets stayed unbeaten with a 24-14 win.
The best parts of the night belong to my hyperactive son. He thought he was the band director; a dancer; a gymnast, considering the tumbling he did back and forth on the bleachers; a comedian, with the contorted faces and wise cracks he made about everyone surrounding us; and finally a bottomless pit of a food and drink taster.
The kid drank four beverages, ate two bags of popcorn, his previously mentioned chicken fries and french fries, m&m's, three suckers and a few roasted peanuts. The kid gained about 20 pounds in the three-and-a-half hours we were there.
A sidenote, I took my son to the restroom after his second poweraid and while he was in the stall, I waited right by the stall door for him. This drunken guy comes up to me and asks me if my n***** (racial slur) was in there. I told him no, that my 4-year-old son was. He left, but returned in like 30 seconds. This time he gets in my face, saying he hopes I am not trying to be a pervert to some kid and then gets closer to me calling me a fa**ot (sexual preference slur). About that time, my son opens the stall door and I see a frightened look on his face as this kid is standing between me and my son. So I push the person out of the way and grab my son and get him behind me. Well about the time the person is going to make a run at me, a police officer enters the restroom facilities and smelling the alcohol on this persons breath, he takes him out. I wash my son's hands and dry them and we walk outside to return to our seats. I look over and the drunken idiot is being cuffed, I assume for public intoxication. Good for him! He'll have fun in county tonight.
So we return to our seats and finish watching the game before leaving late in the fourth quarter to beat the traffic.
We get home and I get my son for bed and put him in his bed. He drifts off to sleep, before waking up -- wide-awake -- to talk and read. It took me forever to get him back to sleep so I could call a friend to see how her night went.
I finally talk to her and she tells me about a happening tonight (Saturday night) that would be a lot of fun to attend. She hints that she won't go it alone and that she has no one to go with. I am seriously debating about getting her and travelling up there for the bluegrass festival.
If you are reading this now (and you know who you are, and you want to go, call or text me or come by for birthday cake! whatever you want to do!)
So the men's night out was a success, minus my almost appearance in Friday Night Fights. I think I could have handled my own, but it is good that I did not find out.
One other thing, my son is at an age that he is a grrrrrl-magnet. That is a good thing and a bad thing. Good in that pretty grrrrls talk to him and me, a little. Bad news is, pretty grrrrls talk to him, and me even more.
I feel awkward talking to grrrrls when I am around my son. He is too young to understand everything, so I do not want to confuse him.
Plus, I am not looking looking for a grrrrrl. I am looking for the grrrrl.
I wonder if she knows who she is and if she does, does she realize it is her?
We will see.........
1 comment:
She may not know who she is but she's out there looking for you too. One day you will find her and she will find you. When you find her you just have to be sure you can recognize her and that you aren't looking in the wrong place.
Sounds like an interesting boys' night out. I'm sure your son will remember that exchange for the rest of his life even if it changes in his mind between now and the time he talks to you about it.
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