The Womans Guide to Football Part 1 Downs

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First and foremost, if you are not a fan of sports at all, my best advice is to just go shopping on Sunday afternoons.
However, if you’d like to have a basic understanding of what all the yelling and screaming at the TV is on Sundays, Mondays and the occasional Thursdays, this guide might be useful to you.
You don’t have to like the team your husband does, but you should know the team. Know who the coach is as well as the quarter back. Keep it with those two for starters, that way you don’t get too confused.
Obviously, the point of the game is to get the ball into the end zone to score points. Unfortunately, it’ all the stuff that happens before that which can and will confuse you.
Before I get into the basics of “Downs”, let me warn you. DO NOT ask questions during the game unless you absolutely have to and only because you really want to understand what just happened to make him yell like that. Otherwise, just Google it. I spent years asking ” How is it 10 men who each weigh at least 350lbs can pile up on that ball and it doesn’t burst?” Or ” Does the helmet block their view?” These are not questions you want to ask during a football game, EVER!
Downs
This took me years to get right. Partly because I’d watch for a few minutes leave the room, come back in, leave the room again. I’d leave the room and the screen would read “2nd & 8” come back in and it would say “3rd & 2” next time “1rst & 10”. My husbands explanation, “they moved the ball”. And????
So, here is the simplest version I can come up with:
The offense (team with the ball) wants a touch down. The perfect play would be- the center snaps the ball to the quarter back, the quarter back passes it to a wide receiver, he catches it and runs all the way to the end zone for a touch down. Perfect. Happens, but rarely.
Therefore, the offense has 4 chances to move the ball 10 yards towards their end zone. So, if it’s 2nd & 8 they moved the ball 2 yards and still need to move it 8 more yards to keep the ball. With 2nd & 8 they still have 2 more chances to attempt to move the ball 8 more yards. Once they have successfully moved the ball 10 yards or more towards their end zone, they start all over with 4 more chances/attempts to move the ball toward the end zone.
Now if they don’t move the ball forward, toward the end zone, in 4 attempts, the other team gets the ball. On most occasions, if after the 3rd down they aren’t close enough to the end zone for their kicker to score points by kicking a field goal ( kicking the ball thru the “U-shaped poles) then they will kick the ball to the other team. They do this because if they were just to hand the ball over where they stopped with it, the other team wouldn’t have that far to go to make a touch down of their own. So, the point of kicking it to them is to give them the ball as far away from their end zone as possible.
Now, there will be many times you will see something that looks completely crazy when it comes to downs. It will be something like 2nd & 18. This means they lost yards. This typically happens because the qb got sacked. ( he was attempting to throw the ball, couldn’t find someone open and was running all over the field just to end up having someone tackle him) *I’ll get into that another time* This means now they have to attempt to move the ball farther toward the end zone in order to keep the ball.
When you see or hear 2nd & Goal …..means just that. They are inside 10 yards of the goal line. Now they are attempting to get that ball across the goal line for a touchdown. Sometimes you might hear 2nd and inches….you got it….they are just right there. Typically, but not always the QB will dive over everyone in an attempt to get that ball over the line for a touch down.
That’s all I got on this for now. Hopefully this gives you a basic knowledge of “downs”.
Key terms in this section:

End Zone
The 10 yard area at each end of the field where hopefully your team will get a touchdown in their own end zone and a safety in the other teams end zone (we’ll get into a safety later)

Quarterback (QB)
He’s the guy who is on the field yelling and pointing and hiking his leg up like he has to pee. Also, he receives the ball from the center and he will hopefully either complete a pass (throw the ball) or hand it off to someone successfully

Center
The dude all bent over in the middle who snaps the ball to the QB

Wide Receiver
A player who, hopefully can run very fast and receive (catch) the ball when thrown to him by the QB

Offense
Team with the ball

Drive
While I didn’t use this term this is a word you will hear. Announcers refer to the movement of the ball towards the end zone as a drive or offensive drive. Like who drives a ball right? And of course that would be offensive! Just remember Ball is supposed to be moving forward somehow!

Snap
The action of the ball being tossed between the legs ( HIKE) to either the QB, punter or the holder (guy who holds the ball for the kicker) on a kick attempt

Down
Offense gets four downs to advance the ball 10 yards. A down starts when the ball is put into action by the center snapping the ball to the QB. A down ends when the ball is ruled dead. Oh dear ok, this can happen by many means, which we will get into later. But as an example: Someone catches the ball and was tackled, therefore the play is over, Ball is dead. Another play now begins.

Happy FOOTBALL SEASON!!

Go DETROIT LIONS!!!

Bye Bye Birdie

     The sun slowly rose over a warm blanket of green grass just as the last morning dew fell slowly down the edge of a burning red day lilly.
     Today is the day.
     The young fledgling looked over the edge of the nest, toward the ground. Then she turned and looked back at Momma Sparrow. With a faint in her heart and a tear in her eye, Momma Sparrow gave the alert. It’s your time. You are prepared for your new journey. I believe in you.
     With a call of acknowledgement and love the fledgling, Birdie, hopped on the edge. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and jumped. She felt the drop and for a brief moment forgot to catch the wind. Quickly she opened her eyes, raised her head and spread her wings. She climbed and climbed racing toward the rising sun. She twisted and turned, rose and dipped with each change of the wind. Before long she was soaring high in the morning sky.
     Back at the nest high in an old Weeping Willow tree, Momma Sparrow watched proudly as her little Birdie flew free. With each pass a tear rose in her heart. With each tear blew a memory of love through her feathers.
     Birdie landed high atop an old Oak tree. As she caught her breath she glanced back at the old Willow tree. At that moment, she knew. She was free. Free to be Birdie as Birdie was meant to be. And while Birdie will spread her wings and fly, she will pass over that old Weeping Willow tree every morning just as the sun rises over a warm blanket of green grass and the last of the morning dew falls slowly down the edge of a burning red day lilly.

I Don’t Wanna Be A Grown Up!

     These days, I often forget most everything. It’s disheartening to say the least, that I have forgotten how to be a kid. Ironically, I did not forget all those thousands maybe millions of times I wished so badly to be a grown up! Now that right there is a prime example of ” becareful what you wish for!
     There are days I almost cringe when I hear ” MOM! ” my response after the 10 billionth time of hearing that word is….in the most dramatically sarcastic loud voice I can muster….. ” WHAT?WHAT?WHAT? ” Which then brings on a cry. Now comes the very skilled and hereditary sigh puff with the roll of the eyes and I’m off to hug and kiss and baby. This, is a typical day, not the occassional burst of exhausted hormonal mom versus kid breakdown.
     My questions are:
1. Who lied about castles? ( I wouldn’t have a castle now if it was given to me free and clear….cause I’m NOT cleaning 20,000 sq feet of anything!)
2. Where is the dang butler? ( I get so tired of people knocking on the doors, and we have 4 doors, so then I have to figure out which door they are knocking on while they knock harder and louder because its taking me so long!)
3. Who said I was the maid? ( I know for a fact no one told me this was part of being an adult. Why did I do all those chores growing up, I thought Moms just took naps!)
4. Where are the tickets for all those exotic vacations? ( isn’t that what parents are suppose to do……party all weekend long at fancy resorts while their kids sit at grandma and grandpas all weekend and sometimes a few extra days? I mean why else did my parents ship me there all the time?)
5. What are spa’s? ( this at my house is defined by a 2 minute hot shower, followed by 4 minutes of a cold blast topped off with beating the body wash bottle on my leg to get the last bit out followed by a quick “throw on” of the closest lotion that can be found before someone comes bursting in with the MOM scream. Just so the next day I can wander where on earth that bruise on my leg came from!)
     In all seriousness, there are times I think to myself ” I just wanna go home!” Or ” MOM! Oh, wait where’s the phone….cause she DOESN’T LIVE HERE!”. I get tired of trying to think of what’s for supper. If I pass the trash can and its not been taken out, yes I just smash it down! I throw all the socks in a basket even though I know I’m gonna hear ” I need socks” or “I can’t find any socks!”. I stack laundry on the dryer even though I know they won’t grab it on their way thru, which means when they go digging thru it everything ends up on the floor just to have to be washed again. I close the kids bedroom doors so I don’t have to see it. When I clean the fridge out I put the pans on the floor for the dogs. These are just a few of my “I just can’t want to do it’s”
     Free time? I have no idea what that is. I go to work not just for the paycheck, but to get out of the house!
     Girls day/night? Please explain, in detailed hick terms…..cause if Momma goes so does daughter! Which may explain why friends don’t even call or text to say hey! How are you? Miss you!
     Fun? Does riding the mower across the street for gas count?
     I don’t wanna be a grown up! I take back all those wishes and pleads.
     Instead, I wanna jump off the back of a pontoon on a Tuesday. Go Jeepin on a Thursday. Race the motorized carts at Wal Mart on Mondays. Go muddin on a 4 wheeler on Fridays. Sleep til 3 or 4 on Saturday, after I woke up to watch an hour of cartoons at 8. Go to church on Sunday followed by some down home family dinner, that someone else cooked and has to clean up. And occasionally, dance in the rain…..after running thru the mud puddles!
     Mom!Mom! Where are you?
     Til next time, go dance in a mud puddle!

Freedom of Speech????

     I have to apologize straight out of the box.

     I am so sick and tired of this whole Chick Fil~A issue.

     Someone really went off the deep end with all of this. And ultimately what has happened is free advertisement for an entire chain of restaraunts. Koodo’s to that!

     We do still live in America right? And as far as I know the government hasn’t completely dismantled our Constitution. As individuals,organizations,companies,and so on we have the freedom of speech. With that, it does not mean we all have to agree on everything said,written or recorded. Because we are allowed in this country to believe in what we choose to believe in.

     So why has this mans statement upset everyone? He simply stated his beliefs. The beliefs of his family. How does that make him wrong? Did he state he wished to see homosexuals burn?

     If it weren’t for the freedoms we have as Americans would anyone be able to speak out or up on any subject?

     Let me ask this, do you read your Bible?

     I will admit, I am a new Christian. And I stumble everyday. Try as I might, I am not perfect. And I don’t strive to be. I focus each day on my love for Christ, and how I can walk my path with Christ for Christ. And in my daily walk, I learn new things with each step. Amazing things. Love fills my heart, not just for Christ, and not just for my family, but also for Gods people….all of them. One of the hardest things for me to first wrap my mind and then my heart around was “dislike the sin, love the sinner”…..”forgive those who have sinned against you”. Now those two were hard, so very hard. But, once I got it, I mean really got it. My heart opened up like I never thought it would or could!

     2Kings 17:27-29 , I’ll let you look that up, but basic break down is this: Many people claim to believe in God while refusing to give up the things God denounces. You can’t edit God to fit into your way of thinking. He must come first!

     Romans 12: 9-10 ” Don’t just pretend to love others. Really love them. Hate what is wrong. Hold tightly to what is good. Love each other with genuine affection,and take delight in honoring each other.”

     Romans 2:1-3 ” you may think you can condemn such people,but you are just as bad, and you have no excuse! When you say they are wicked and should be punished, you are condemning yourself, for you who judge others do these very same things. And we know that God, in his justice, will punish anyone who does such things. Since you jus0dge others for doing these things, why do you think you can avoid Gods judgement when you do the same thing”

     These scriptures are meant as points of reference. Love one another regardless of anything. Love! Judge no one, for you too shall be judged.

     I personally have no opinion good or bad, politically correct or incorrect towards this chain of restaraunts, their owners/operators,employees or customers. I can’t even tell you if their chicken is good or bad. This blog is simply my opinion on the over publicized craze from a statement made by an American Christian.

     Eat chicken there, don’t eat chicken there…..it’s a free country. But whatever you decide to do, love the person next to you, across from you…in the next town over, love all Gods people!

Hide Under a Rock Day!

     So, its almost August. I hadn’t really thought about it, even knowing the kids are going back to school in a week. August. I’ve been dreading it since March.
     August. I can say on the plus side of this horrible word comes football pre season. Yet, its still……..August!
     Seems strange to dread a month that brings beautiful weather and the kids back to school. But I do.
     August 8th this year is the day! Its the day I as a member of the Kid Rock Congregation can pre book reservations to the 2013 Chillin the Most cruise.
     As a crazed KR fan I should be excited, right?!? So far from it. When I received the email last week notifying me of the day and time I can book, I almost broke down in tears. I was in the middle of cleaning a house when my phone buzzed. I think I froze when I read the subject line. I had to tell myself “you are a big girl, get over it!” And for the next two hours, I moved through the cleaning process in extreme slow motion. It was like my whole body was just way too heavy to move.
     Its not just that we can’t afford it, still! For some reason my husband thinks if we go on the cruise ….well I’m not real sure what he thinks. I can say he will never take me on that cruise. PLEASE! First, I don’t want KR, I. Want my husband forever & always. Second, PLEASE! KR doesn’t want me either!
     It is what it is.
     2013 is the 4th annual cruise I believe, maybe I’ll get to finally go on the 20th annual cruise.
     Still, I think I’ll hide under a rock on August 8th!

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Where Are My Keys!

On a normal basis I don’t drive my husbands vehicle. This past Saturday I wanted to go to my parents to have coffee with my Mom. My car has had a tire issue for a couple weeks, Saturday was no different. After having worked a double shift, my husband was in no mood to get up and put air in my tire. So, I took his car.
After coffee, I came home changed my clothes, told my husband I was going to the store, aired up my own tire and off I went.
On my way home from the store, I noticed my dogs were at the convienence store. I stop to find out why. My Hubby and the kids had walked over and I guess the dogs tagged along. ( this is a key point, so try to remember it)
Sunday, our daughter & I went to church. When we returned my husband was franticly trying to find his keys. Honoestly, I couldn’t remember where I had put them the morning before….I mean I lose mine so often I put a long cord on them so I can find them! We tore the house apart. No keys. He decided to give up after an all day search, stating he’d look tomorrow.
Well, tomorrow came and I got a call at work. He couldn’t find them. I told him to calm down I’d look when I get home.
I get home and completely tare everything apart. The beds the couch, everything was moved and turned upside down and inside out. No keys. We came to the conclussion our daughter had hid them. I searched the yard and both cars, AGAIN!
I went over and over it with him. Where I thought I put them, remembering at that point I had gotten them off the top of the fridge and had in fact put them back. After going over and over and over who did what and where who puts what and how well each of us do or don’t look for things, he says to me ” I don’t lose my *u*k*ng keys”………well now Mr. I don’t lose my bleeping keys, tell me where they are then. Now he’s too pissed to talk about it. UGH!
Then all of a sudden he asks me, “when u stopped at TM on your way home, where were you coming home from?” I answered “the store” he said “ok while you were gone I went out to my car to get fruit snacks and I got pissed because you had thrown my stash all over the car ( by stash, he hoards the snacks he takes for lunch in his car) so we walked to TM……” at that point I thought I was going to fly across the room and choke him, cause he had this HUGE shit eatin grin on his face and I knew, he knew exactly where those keys were. He continues with ” I may have layed them on the counter and I may have left them there” I felt a psycho moment fester up. I turned walked out and walked to TM. Before I could get the entire question out, she turns picks them up and says “they’ve been here since Saturday”. I march home, as I throw them at him I say “here’s your keys Mr. I don’t bleeping lose my keys!” After saying Thank You, this is what he says to me, “I am so happy you found them. I so did not want to drive your car and have a flat tire when I get off of work!” REALLY? REALLY? So NOT the right thing to say to the girl that has to air her own tire up 3 times a day!!!

He stole my Psycho

Standing there at that moment in time, I had no idea what was happening. Had I been on the outside looking in, I never would have imagined any of it.
It was actually a very warm January night. Far warmer then January nights are suppose to be in Southwestern Indiana. I was truely at my whits end. I had set our house rules down so many times to my son. Grown son I must add. Time after time they were broken. Now, I feel I must add- I was rather passive in the enforcement of those rules, for awhile. I would casually mention “I know you feel your too old for a curfew, however I would really appreciate it if you were in by 12” to which he would respond with “ok Mom”. This went on for months.
Of course life itself was going on all around us, for us all, between us all and at times it seemed inspite of us all.
At some point, because of life going on, I noticed, no it was pointed out to me that my heart seemed hardened…actually I think cold was the word used. I blew it off, thinking about it for only a moment. Of course I came up with I’ve learned to be causios or I’ve learned to set boundaries. As far as I was concerned that was that.
In the mean time things with my son escaleted. My passiveness left completely and my psychoness emerged.
I knew what I was going to have to do, and I had known for some time. But I just could not bring myself to do it. My heart broke just at the thought of having to say the words.
Still, he pushed and he pushed and each time I fell. I always fell. That in itself is an entirely different story.
In my heart and with my soul, I knew what was going on, what the problem was and what was fueling it. No words had to be exchanged, a Mothers soul just knows. Yet, Momma couldn’t fix it. As a matter of fact the more psycho I became with my demands to follow the rules, the more fuel his demons added to the raging fire. I’m fairly sure what is going through your head right now, is not what was going on. My son had a broken soul attempting to consume his soul. And Momma was an obstacle.
The breaking point for me came that January night, technically it was a very early January morning. I was sure that morning would end with me either being carted out in handcuffs or a straight jacket.
As my heart and soul were pounding with rage and hurt, I headed to his bedroom door. Something stopped me. Stopped me dead in my march. I turned around and went to our bedroom, shut the door and stood there in the dark for about two seconds. Then I fell to my knees. There was no thought process, no “how do I do this?”. I just let it ALL out. The very first thing I said was ” Dear Lord please forgive me. I was so wrong. Please help me carry this, I can not do this by myself any longer!” I cried and prayed and cried and prayed. Not just for the struggles my son and I were going through, but for years of blaming God. Years of fighting God. Decades of asking why! And so much more. I can’t recall how long I prayed and cried. I can tell you I was on my knees until there were no more tears, until there was no more weight on my shoulders and my heart harbored no more anger, no more hurt, no more blame. I stood up feeling as if a ton had been lifted from my soul. I didn’t feel psycho, I felt love. I felt a hardened heart open as wide as the seas stretch the earth. My chains had been broken!
The next day I was able to sit down with my son and explain it was time for him to move out. Wow did it hurt, like an arrow straight through that newly opened heart! Thankfully, he understood and agreed.
He’s doing well today, despite having had to go through the unbearable pain of a broken heart. Which is something any parent hopes and prays their children never have to experience. Unfortunately, we have to allow them to live their own lives and experiences in order to learn lifes lessons. The worse part of being a parent is having to step back and allow them to do so.
That same day, I made my New Years Resolution. ( which you can read about in a previous blog post)
What has surprised me, is what I’ve learned, what I’ve experienced, what I’ve found and lost as a result of that night something stole my psychoness and led me to my knees.
The past six months has gone from a resolution to a revelation.
Until next time- May love fill your soul!