Sometimes you get homered on your home field

There is just something about playing as a representative for the school that my brother plays football for that brings out the best in officials and rival fans. Yesterday was no exception and the Mighty Wolverines were a bit homered on their own field. A kid got tossed and were not sure why, only our team seemed to get penalties, and the team we played had their butts handed to them on a plate the week before and were out for blood.


This man was one of our officials yesterday. Far be it for me to judge, but sir, if you cannot easily walk over to the flag you threw and pick it up before the next play is over, then perhaphs being a little league official is not the right gig for you.

Other than the whole bitter loss thing (it wasn't that bitter) Willie got to play - with his cast. From what I heard, it was a struggle to figure out how to wrap the cast, what to wrap it with, and how to meet league regulations. Nothing a 1 inch thick padding of styrafoam and some horse tape (the tape used to wrap the ankles of race horses) can't fix. My dad and Willie got his cast wrapped and my sweet brother looked as if he were wielding a bright red club. The opposing team must have thought so too because to say there was some intimidation out on the playing field would be to put it mildly.

Maybe if all the kids on WIllie's team wrap one of their arms up in bright red horse tape they might win a game and not have every single penalty called on them.