I live in Arkansas and thus am obligated to talk about football at least once. This is the last game I will be able to attend this season as my new night shift begins next Thursday and will prevent me from participating in the state’s favorite past-time.
I choose as my subject one of my favorite people and her favorite person, who happens to play football, my daughter and her friend. Truth be told, my only lay to claim to any football activity is her involvement in the majorettes at school. She is my favorite subject to photograph and this post proves that blatantly. Her boyfriend plays on the 8th grade team and he is no. 1. I don’t know what his position is called, but he does a lot of running and catching, but he’s not a running back – a corner or something. Can you tell how ignorant I am about the sport. I may not know the positions but I can follow the rules of the game implicitly.
Here are our players. The heroine (can you tell I write romance?).
The game begins with our hero intercepting the ball. I missed that shot because I was on the phone with CMan. I did manage to snap off a couple other shots, though.
Can you find him in there? He’s the guy holding the pigskin in the middle of all those adolescent bodies. His mother is very proud of him.
Then there are the carries that clearly show us who it is.
We now transition to our heroine. She stands on the side line cheering on the team with her honed skills as majorette.
I love watching her move. She really can twirl that baton!
Notice the flare and style she exhibits.
She is the apple of my eye.
Now here is where she sits when the team is off the field….she is in the band. This is the child who strives for last chair.
Now for the reason we stayed forty-five minutes after the game.
She wanted me to take her picture with him after the game. Never mind his hair is sweaty wet from wearing a helmet for the past hour and he no longer wears Vilonia’s red jersey, but he is the apple of her eye.
This little girl is another little piece of heaven.