It’s that time of year.  School starts, fall isn’t far behind (hopefully) and football.  I was never really a fan of football; I went to 40 games in high school because I was a band bob and they made us march. I didn’t know much about the rules so when my son started playing a couple of years ago, I would question things like, why is the referee rolling his hands?  Is there traveling in football?  As time does, it flies by and I find myself the mother of a high school football player.  High school.  The same kid who was gullible enough to think if you ate fruit gushers snacks your head would turn into a watermelon like the kid on TV, that cereal would give you the strength to bust through sheetrock.  Luckily my kid has a hard head.  Don’t know where he gets it from. 

Listening to country music is a given in my family.  When Jason Aldean’s Dirt Road Anthem came out (a song about small towns) my son thought the line, “better watch out for the boys in blue” meant the Fighting Bluejay football team was coming.  He was a little deflated when we told him it was a reference to the police.  And now that it is fall, Kenny Chesney’s Boys of Fall plays frequently.  The lyrics go this way:

"Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes,
It's fightin' back them butterflies
It's call it in the air alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash
It's slingin' mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back, when your back's against the wall
You mess with one man, you got us all,
The boys of fall"

Here’s to those Boys in Blue, those Fighting Bluejays, the Boys of Fall.  Go! Fight! Win!