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Hello Football Season

Well, here we are again.

Coach woke up bright and early for the first day of meetings before the kids start two-a-days next week. Man, this summer flew by!

I really love being a coach's wife. I'm positive I was put here to marry a coach and cheer for 75 young men as if they were all my children. And I'm pretty good at the whole hootin' and hollerin' part if I do say so myself.

Everyone else is silent, and Mama Pam and I are laughing. Typical.
This year will be a bit different than the last couple for me though. One of my favorite people in the whole world won't be there cheering next to me this year. Mama Pam has taken me under her wing since day one. See, for the last four years this woman has cared for me like her own child, been one of my closest confidants and my favorite cheerleader. She was so excited for us every time we thought the house was going to work and was my shoulder to cry on every time it didn't. She has brought extra blankets, jackets and gloves because she knew I would forget them. She has brought cowbells, bra gum and sunflower seeds and a butt pad so my butt doesn't hurt sitting on the bleachers all night. Mama Pam isn't afraid to be loud during games and is always positive, but the occasional "Knock his block off!" is my personal favorite. This season won't be the same, and honestly that breaks my heart. A lot.

None the less, this season will be fun. We have several new coaches, a whole batch of new kids and of course watching our boys win! Let's go Dawgs!!!!!


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