Normally, as a coach's wife, I look forward to the end of football season with eager anticipation. I always look forward to having my husband back, although coaching middle school isn't nearly as awful as coaching high school in terms of the time commitment. Still, I enjoy when the season is over.
This season of course, had the added element of Thomas playing. This Wednesday was the last game, and although the team had managed three ties, they had four losses and no victories. Things started out fabulously with a touch down on the very first play of the game, but ultimately things didn't go our way. Thomas was in for a few plays on the punt team and was also in for some other plays. After the game, the team huddled in the end zone, and then I was there to greet Thomas as he walked off. He had tears in his eyes and when I asked him why, he replied, "I just didn't want the season to end this way." I just gave him a big hug because I understood. I hated that at no point had he been able to experience victory on the football field, and of course I also know that my husband feels responsible for that as well (although I tell him he did the best he could with what he had to work with). Thomas had some cookies and cheered up, and we all went home.
Andrew was a few minutes behind us, and I greeted him in the driveway with a big hug. Of course I am grateful that the season's responsibilities are over, but I do wish they had been able to get a victory. I also know that the moments Andrew and Thomas had together were special, and I'm so grateful they had them. It was by far, the most bittersweet ending to a football season I've experienced.
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