Ripped Game Pants and the School Improvement Dance
Shocked and agast, my son's pants were agape. Last night was the final game on the season and, the 26th straight win for the Westwood Wildcats and my son blocked a 270 pound behemoth with his pants flapping in the breeze. My Westwood Wildcats Football Team 2010, 2011 State Champs winner 26 straight football games We were picked to lose by 13 or 20 points depending upon who you asked. They had 10 boys over 200 pounds and one over 300 and we had barely 2, maybe. My son's pants ripped during the last football game. When I say rip, I mean a big old tear from crotch to way up the back. My son's gray sliding pants were his only salvation from indecent exposure. Last week I had snatched up the pants and was preparing to mend them when my son interrupted emphatically: "We're wearing the orange pants for state, Mom, don't touch 'em. They'll get fixed in the off season when they send them in to the shop." OK, so the word "shop" shoul...