On blogging and plans.

I was thinking  about posting on this here blog this morning. I really was. Planning it, even. It was a clever post detailing my underwhelming admiration of Ryan Gosling, and about how whenever I see one if those “Hey, Girl” memes I just see the scrawny, awkward Ryan Gosling from “REMEMBER THE TITANS” — remember him? With his super-bleached hair and his country dancing moves? My feelings are so maternal that it’s almost embarrassing to watch 40-year-old women swoon. Know what I mean?

Anyway, in place of the “I’m too old for Gosling” business, I give you an evening at 4th grade tackle football practice. Oh, the nearly unbearable cuteness. I’m sitting on the grass in the sprinkling rain (protecting my phone and ignoring my hair, if you’re wondering) and witnessing adorability. Plant, pivot, over the shoulder. Guys, it’s choreography. In full pads and helmets. And we all know how I feel about choreography. And I didn’t even get to the part about the pants. Oh, the pants. Nearly painful cuteness. Dads on the sidelines watch their boys line up, arms crossed, trying not to burst with pride. I love football. Happy fall.