Down by a touchdown with 54 seconds left on the clock, Noah's team moves the ball in three great plays down to the 5 yard line. Now, 12 seconds left on the clock, the sidelines were buzzing with excitement, grandma's were passing out right and left due to the anxiety.
Fast forward to Jake's game. The fifth and sixth grade superbowl, ironically the Cardinals against the Steelers. Jake has played wide receiver all year long. On third and long, the quarterback scrambles out of a mad rush and spots Jake deep in the middle of the field, a perfect pass and a spectacular catch, he takes them to the 15 yard line with 7 seconds left. But wait, there's an injury time out. Call 911! (or Mom) It's JAKE, having an Asthma ATTACK in the LAST PLAY OF THE GAME. (He must have forgotten that I promised if he made the game winning touchdown, I would buy him a WII game!)
Unfortunately, both games ended the same. The defense held their ground on the final play and no game winning touchdowns were scored. I'm so proud of my boys and my hub for the great jobs they did this season. They are all winners in my book. (of course, I'm the mom so I have to say that.)
After the games we went out for ice cream and inhalers. Sadly, CONSOLATION ice cream never tastes as good as VICOTRY ice cream. (Especially when it's ALBUTEROL flavored.)