Football Games

HAY GUISE IT'S ME CORALINE, REMEMBER ME? THE ONLY ONE OF THE FAMILY WHO WASN'T INVITED TO COBRASTARSHINE'S FIRST FOOTBALL GAME, AUNTY BECCS' BIRTHDAY FOOTBALL GAME? THE LEAST YOU COULD HAVE DONE WAS PUT THE TV ON TSN FOR ME SO I COULD HAVE WATCHED, TOO!

Don't they remember how big of a fan I am? 

Don't they remember how I devour tiger-cats?

Or single-pawedly saved the world from one less ridiculous watermelon hat
that one time?

Don't they remember how when Aunty Beccs put the Lions jersey on me I was so excited that I couldn't even sit still for a single photo?

Oh well. Since I didn't get to come, even though I've been a superfan since before Cobrastarshine was born, I'm going to tell the story of Cobrastarshine's first live football game and there's nothing anyone can do to stop me from making it all up.

Superfan on the bus. Enjoy the way it smells, little boy.

I'm Aunty Beccs and I have my own jersey now and it's
signed and I'm sooooo special.

Oh, so this is a "warm-up". I wouldn't know. I've never seen this part of a game.

Oh, now he's doing my favourite thing, getting cuddles from Aunty Beccs. HOW NICE FOR HIM AND GRAMMERS!

It's hard to tell from so far away, but I can read humans.
66 there is saying, "Ooh Mr Offical #36, your butt looks fiiiine."

You've got to be kidding me. They didn't bring any of that home for sharesies!
I bet the kid got some, though.

Something exciting is going on here, that much is obvious by the expressions on the Fletchers' faces and the fact that Uncle Hawk is looking at the camera. Poor Cobrastarshine, he probably can't see past his tall, tall Daddy. They brought him, and he didn't get to watch! CRUEL! CRUEL, I SAY!

This is probably something really cool like a sack or a touchdown. Look at my parents' faces! Now, look between my parents' faces. Cobrastarshine is playing with Tall Guy. He doesn't even care! I WOULD HAVE CARED!

I guess he just needs to be told when to look. A little slow on the uptake, maybe?

You know, Cobrastarshine, if Big Sis Coraline were there, she'd teach you how to chew a football properly. Big Sis has SO MUCH to teach you!

Not sure if photobomb or yawn.

Cobrastarshine decides he really likes this football thing, and that he looks great in orange and white.

The game is getting tense. The night is getting darker and cooler. The wind is blowing, and the bowl of the stadium is filled with the smoke from repeated firework blasts (not from an excess of Eskimo touchdowns though, mostly from the halftime show. Cobrastarshine sure loved that halftime show!)

Trees against a dusky horizon.

Eskimos pennants fluttering in the strong, but not unpleasant breeze under the stadium lights.

Night deepens behind the scoreboard.

Grandpa has Cobrastarshine, so something boring must be happening on the field. Probably an Eskimo hurt his pinky or something.
Maybe a really lame set of challenges.

Cobrastarshine tries to get the Lions' attention after their touchdown. He is crying because his parents just told him they have to leave early so he can go to bed. I'm with ya there, little dude.

I leave you now with a final image of what could have happened if only I'd been allowed to come, too.

CORALINE OUT!

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Some photos courtesty Meghan Dougherty.