Boys Night Out

Further to my Day of restraining myself from strangling anyone less than 5′ tall looking after my children, last night my friend Guy and I took Bart to watch his first football match.

LayersBilled as an early christmas present, it was clearly going to be a hit, but I was concerened by the fact that the game kicked of nearly an hour past his usual bedtime, the temperature was knocking -2 and we had over an hour’s drive to get home afterwards.

However, with the usual poor judgment I tend to show in all things parental, I decided he was up to it.

Thankfully he was in a sensible mood and decided to nap on the way there so as to be awake for the game.

When we got there, he came alive with questions. Facinated by everything, yet overwhelmed by nothing he asked about the hillsbrough tribute, about the anouncement that racist or homophobic abuse would not be tollerated (Thankfully I had addressed much of this before), about the Michael Shields anouncement (A fan that has been in prisoner for the past 3 years for a crime that it would apear he did not commit)… Everything.

Free Michael Now

He continuously refered to his programme to tell me which player had done what. To see this boy who is so often frustratingly apathetic to the privaliges he is given so engaged was wonderful.

Unfortunatly we were seated just infront of a man that litterally swore in every sentance, a fact that I was hopeing would go unnoticed due to it being heavily drenched in scouse. Alas you can not hide any swear words from this boy as they seem to be his pet facination, but he did seem to understand that this was not a “very nice man”, and that maybe swearing is almost as uncool as mummy and daddy keep suggesting.

Unfortunatly the game ended a goalless draw. Bart took this in relativly good spirits, but thankfully for once, he really did seem to care.

The night was topped off by one final act of poor parenting on my part, as we all finished the night sat in a carpark sharing a KFC bargain bucket.



3 Responses to Boys Night Out

  1. RC says:

    So even in your neck of the woods, you are unable to avoid the poor-sport fan, who is unable to restrain his vocabulary during a game?

    I would like to take Little Dude to an ice hockey game, in the near future, and usually the fans of our local teams are well-behaved.

    We would love to take him to a football (American style, thank you) game, too, but we happen to be fans of a team, where tickets are next to impossible to get, unless you want to mortgage your house.

    As for your KFC dinner – you realize my first job (beyond child care) was at a KFC, right? (Just a fun fact…)

  2. tendrils says:

    Awwwww…..what a great night! He’ll remember that FOREVER! (Even the swearing guy!)

    I can’t wait to take Punky to a professional baseball game. Next summer.

  3. Mr Geek says:

    RC: You are joking right? We are famous (should that be infamous like in the three amigos) for our horrible Soccer Fans! As for impossible tickets, Liverpool are much the same, it is only that my friend is now a member. Even then it took us over a year to get a suitable game.

    At some time I will have to give a run down of some of the awful jobs I have had in the past 🙂

    tendrils: I hope so. He really seemed to engage. I love seeing him in that frame of mind, so enthused and like the young boy we once had 🙂

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