A couple of weeks ago the Wellsville Eagles celebrated Parent Night at a football game. At this fun event, the proud parents join their proud son in the middle of the football field and have their proud names anounced. Everyone is very proud, you see. Tim was out of town that evening so I was all braced to be doubly proud of Nick, to make up for his missing parent. Well, this was going to be a very exciting event, let me assure, until I realized that I had no (not even one!) piece of Wellsville Eagle apparel to wear. All of a sudden, I began to have un-good visions of all the other (proud!) mothers simply glowing in crimson and blue...and me wearing something all wrong. That doesn't sound very proud, now does it? The biggest problem of all is that I thought of this at about 4 p.m. that day...when we were due to be proud at 5. Hmmm...well, after a flurried visit to the drugstore to buy a seriously overpriced sweatshirt so I, too, could sport our proud colors, I arrived, breathless, at the game. You'll never guess my surprise when Nick himself met me on the path, carrying his extra jersey and said, "Here, Mom, put this on!" Apparently, mom's wear their beloved son's extra jersey to these proud happenings. Well, I never. All that nervousness for naught. So, per tradition, I stuffed myself into the jersey and assumed my proud position next to Nick. Go, EAGLES!
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