Yeah, missed it again...

Oh my, I'm officially a football player's mom.  I don't really know what to do with that.  I failed miserably as a soccer mom.  Yeah, I got him to practices, attended games, brought snacks on my assigned game day...but did I actually see all of his amazing plays.  Uh, no.  I can focus on so many different things, intensely and for long periods, but I am absolutely incapable of keeping my eyes on an athletic event for more than about 10 seconds straight.  Can I tell you what was on the front of the T-shirt of the kid who was sitting a few rows down from me?  Heck yeah.  Can I tell you all about what the girl who had totally lopsided pigtails did throughout the game?  Um, yes.  Can I tell you anything about my kid's participation in the game aside from the fact that he ran on and off the field a bunch of times and ran into an opposing player once?  Not a chance.  Do I reveal my apparent lack of interest in his game?  No way..."Great game kiddo, you looked like you had fun!"