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| "Let's treat this just like any other game..." |
And it will be said... but not now, not while the finality of it all refuses to sink in... stunned parents wandering the field, taking pictures, shaking hands, hugging, trying to figure out where it is we're supposed to go now, do now, take our boys to now.
The transfer of carpool-phenalia, thoughts of an unplanned dinner at a late hour, realization that there is no game this weekend, or practice next Tuesday. Realizing the chance was missed to thank all from the school who came to celebrate the end of our era with us... Ms. Yuen, Mr. Phillips, Mr. Fishman, Mr. Raj - true friends of parents, successful molders of our young. Classmates and their parents, coming just because these were their classmates, and their classmates' parents. You know... this was family.
The too-brief thanks for Coach Bowers and Coach Estrada, who honored these boys with their knowledge of the game, yes, but so much more than even that, through such generous giving of their precious time. In this one instance it is the parents who truly understand this sacrifice, while our sons were focused on the joys of playing their game for their beloved teachers.
So yes, there is more to say. Tomorrow then, when the "overness" of it has sunk in a bit. When we have had a chance to share a smile at drop-off or pickup, or an email or text (or heaven help us, a tweet?).
Till then, Congratulations Lions, on an outstanding season. You were magnificent.
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| Final Score 6-2. Final Record 9-0. Unbeaten. Untied. Untamed. |


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