James had a large audience for his game against North High School last night. His oldest sister, Venessa, our mother, Venessa's best friend Courtney, and I all attended the game at North. I noticed immediately that something wasn't quite right about James' uniform. He was wearing my husband's wool winter work socks. James looked over his shoulder continuously throughout the game to ensure his fans were still there. James got very emotionally involved in the game. He jumped up and down with excitement when East was playing well and would hit his helmet when East made a bad play. The game was close all the way to the end so James did not get to play. He was upset because his team lost, and he didn't get to play. James felt like he let down his adoring fans. We told him, "You'll get to play next time." He responded, "I'm afraid there won't be a next time." This is always his response to not getting in the game. A hug from his favorite cheerleader and a strawberry shake from Wendy's went a long way to relieve James' hurt pride.
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