No College Football Please

Little Guy really wanted to watch the football game Saturday. Mama loves football. So do Gran and Grandaddy. He didn't want to stay outside with Sunshine. He wanted to watch the game.

Mama finally said okay. Little Guy hurried inside and sat down in front of the television. This was going to be so much fun!

"Roll Tide," Mama said.

"Roll Tide," Little Guy echoed.

Little Guy watched the player run really fast toward the ball and he kicked it as hard as he could. The ball floated through the air until a player from the other team grabbed it and started running. Little Guy watched in excitement. He loved to run with the ball. It was fun.

Suddenly, Mama started yelling. "Get him! Get him!"

Little Guy frowned. He didn't like it when Mama yelled. He gulped and told himself it was all right. She wasn't yelling at him. Little Guy tried hard not to get yelled at. In fact, he hardly ever got yelled at anymore. Only when he was chasing the calves or when Mama was calling him to the house and he was pretending not to hear.

But Mama was really, really upset with that football team. She only calmed down when a bunch of red-shirted players landed in a heap on top of the guy running with the ball.

Then it all started again. A player stepped back to throw the ball and Mama started yelling.

Little Guy hurried to the back door. Mama stopped yelling and followed him. She bent down and hugged him close.

"It's just a game, Little Guy, but Mama really gets excited. I thought it would scare you. That's why I wanted you to stay outside with Sunshine."

Mama opened the door and Little Guy hurried outside. Sunshine gave him a knowing smile. Little Guy figured she'd already learned that lesson. Next time Mama said didn't want him to do something, Little Guy vowed he would try really hard to listen.

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