What to wear on Saturdays,
now that I’ve had to put away my No. 32 Rosepine Eagles jersey?
Every Saturday from the middle of September through mid-November my
attire for the day – or at least through the late afternoon –
was predetermined by our 12-year-old grandson, Nils.
For the last three years, Nils has played for the Eagles in the Youth
Football League where he lives in Louisiana. And his Mimi and Pa (that’s
me and my husband Frank), his Aunt PeeWee (Lanci) and his Aunt Laurie
have tried to make it down to Louisiana at least once during football
season to see him play. The rest of the time we rooted for him and the
Eagles from here.
Nils was a safety on defense this year, and before the season started
he gave me a royal purple Eagles shirt with his team number on it. He
didn’t ask me to wear it every Saturday, but on the morning of
the first game, I put the shirt on and hoped all afternoon for good
news. As soon as the game was over, Nils called to say that Rosepine
had crushed DeRidder 44 to 0!
Well, that did it.
Now
I’ve never been superstitious, and I really don’t believe
in luck. But…since my husband and I weren’t sure whether
we’d be able to make it to LA to see Nils play this season, I
figured the least I could do while cheering him from afar was wear his
team shirt on game day. And so I did. Every single Saturday.
When the weather got cooler I had to wear a long sleeved top underneath
the short-sleeved team shirt. But I tried to never change clothes until
Nils or his dad had called to let us know the Eagles’ score.
The Eagles ended their season 5-2, giving up a total of only 26 points
in regular play and the playoffs. That record earned the team a Super
Bowl match-up with Merryville, the only team the Eagles lost to all
season – twice, by the same score, 6-0.
The Bowl game promised to be a defensive battle and we were hoping to
be in Louisiana for it. But none of our work schedules would permit
the trip…until hurricane winds and rain blew through southwest
Louisiana, postponing one game and moving all the rest ahead a week.
When the new Super Bowl date was announced, the timing worked out for
two of us – Nils’ Aunt Laurie and me – to go! And
the first thing I packed was my trusty, slightly musty, Eagles shirt.
(“Don’t wash it, mom!” our son Schenk, Nils’
dad, had admonished me earlier in the season. Not that he was getting
a wee bit superstitious about the luck of the shirt or anything.)
The weather was perfect for short sleeves on Super Bowl day in Louisiana.
The Eagles offense scored early and the defense was able to shut down
Merryville’s tall, lanky running back – a kid surely destined
to be a track AND football star. Nils made some good plays and in a
game that was a nail biter to the last four seconds, Rosepine finally
beat Merryville 8-6.
Life was good. The Eagles had soared and we celebrated with pizza and
gumbo at the team awards banquet in Rosepine. The next day we drove
home and I gave my seasoned No. 32 shirt a good bath and put it away.
But the next day, our son called with exciting news. The Eagles had
been invited to play in an end of season tournament in South Beaureguard
and Nils would be back on the field.
So, I put No. 32 back in
service for the Thursday and Friday night games and again on Saturday,
when Rosepine lost the final game to a team of bigger, older boys by
the respectable score of 16-12.
Now the shirt is retired
again and it’s doubtful Nils will have the same number when he
starts junior high football at Rosepine next year. But, being the sentimental
keeper of mementos that I am, I’ll probably never get rid of that
shirt. Too bad I don’t still have an excuse to wear it every Saturday,
though. It was nice for at least one day a week not to have to think
twice about what to wear.
