Mike's game this week was at the field behind Mom's house. When I was growing up it was just a field of weeds where we played. We weren't supposed to play there, which made it all the more attractive.
So I took him for a walk to see if I could find the spot where we used to cross the creek. With all the trash and overgrowth I decided that maybe that wasn't such a great idea after all.
We headed back to the game. This week they changed to rules, "to get them ready for next year." The kids were all confused and the parents and coaches were all yelling constantly. There were a couple of kids hurt during the first half, one they carried off the field. It was getting quite hot and Alex was quite bored so at half time he and I decided to walk over to "Nana's" house. We had a nice little visit.
When we headed back o the game The fire barn siren was going off. It was followed quickly by the sound of emergency vehicles heading in our direction. All little boys like to see firetrucks so we stayed on the corner to watch them. What we saw were three rescue vehicles that turned into the field! The road is under construction so I had to get Alex down a steep gravel embankment and over a plastic fence.
This is the sight I dread when going to the boy's games. The injured player was from our team. He hurt his leg and left in the ambulance. I hope his injury is not serious.
Mike was quick to let me know that he was OK. At least three more kids were hurt before the game was called for time. Alex has a game later today and then I only have one more week to endure.