Mother’s Day is a big day, a day for children to honor the women
who brought them into the world.
It also seems like a pretty good time for husbands to honor the
mothers of those children by doing something nice on their special
day.
Mother’s Day is a big day, a day for children to honor the women who brought them into the world.
It also seems like a pretty good time for husbands to honor the mothers of those children by doing something nice on their special day.
Like taking them to an Arena League Football game.
Yeah … my father’s a pretty smart guy.
On Saturday night, the brainiac patriarch of the Staloch family took us all out for a nice Italian meal in honor of Mom, which was nice as her family originally comes from Tuscany.
Then we all hit the road for the HP Pavilion.
I had never been to an AFL game before and last Saturday’s contest promised to be a good one. The Western Division’s top two teams, the San Jose SaberCats and the Los Angeles Avengers, were squaring off for first place.
What a treat for Mom.
To tell you the truth, I really enjoyed the game. It was a high-scoring contest, as AFL games inevitably are, with Los Angeles coming out on top 54-42. There were big plays from both teams and the action was fast-paced.
Definitely not a bad option for satisfying the football jones that we all deal with at this time of year.
In fact, I found myself thinking that exact thought following a great play by the Sabercats’ defense that resulted in a turnover.
I turned over to the seat next to me to share my thought with a fellow football fan.
But, instead of finding an amped-up pigskin enthusiast in that seat, I found my mother.
She had a look on her face that mirrored the look you’d probably find on mine if somebody was forcing me to watch an opera.
Nobody home. Completely disinterested.
But, you gotta love Mom, she was working overtime trying to convince my father and me that she had a good time.
Which was nice because I was feeling a bit guilty about accidentally dumping that beer all over her.
So, we headed home, all of us dealing with a bit of a headache. (Apparently, Sacramento isn’t the only city in California that believes cowbells are an essential element of sport).
It was a good time and I don’t think my Mom minded too much. After all, Mother’s Day wasn’t until Sunday and we had a nice, quiet dinner at home planned.
But Dad, if you’re reading this – flowers are a nice idea for these types of occasions.
