My youngest son is in 4th grade and decided to play flag football this year. So far he is loving it and is really looking forward to his first game this Saturday.
But the other night after practice, he came home with news that every good parent fears.
"Dad, guess what. We're the Aggies."
We had a moment together. A few tears were shed. A lot of questioning. A lot of hate shared for the color maroon. We were determined to bond through this tragedy.
Until I received a text that said this this morning: "Well, we are the cardinals but it comes as a surprise because I was the first coach to sign up and I asked to be the aggies again and then I got the schedule lastnight and noticed they had taken the liberty of changing our name 🤷♂️"
Good things happen to good people. I can't wait to tell my son when I pick him up from school later today!
But the other night after practice, he came home with news that every good parent fears.
"Dad, guess what. We're the Aggies."
We had a moment together. A few tears were shed. A lot of questioning. A lot of hate shared for the color maroon. We were determined to bond through this tragedy.
Until I received a text that said this this morning: "Well, we are the cardinals but it comes as a surprise because I was the first coach to sign up and I asked to be the aggies again and then I got the schedule lastnight and noticed they had taken the liberty of changing our name 🤷♂️"
Good things happen to good people. I can't wait to tell my son when I pick him up from school later today!
