Let's get in the ol' time machine and travel back to last Sunday. Why? Because that's what I'm gonna blog about today. Nevermind that I did not actually witness what I'm blogging about. The reason I was not in attendance at this particular event was that I went and signed myself for a work-related conference the next day without consulting my calendar. When I realized that I would be traveling to attend the conference when Paul's Cross Country end-of-the-year banquet was scheduled, verily, I was distraught.
Jim went to the banquet with Paul, under strict orders to take photographs and keep me posted on all goings on so that I could feel like I wasn't such a loser mom. I also knew that one of the other parents would be taking pictures so in case Jim forgot or couldn't figure out how to use my camera, I could still be assured of seeing some form of printed evidence of Paul at a banquet.
So to pictures.
Here is the CC senior boys table. One of the guys is wearing the official PLHS CC t-shirt for this year, which says, "We play Cross Country." It makes me laugh. One year their t-shirts said, "Real athletes run miles, not yards."
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| They are about to do "cheers." As in "cheers to us for we are studly men." Because that's what all senior boys say, right? | | |
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These are all the seniors on the team:
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| The pieces of paper they are all holding are their letter certificates. This makes #7 for Paul, 4th letter for Cross Country. Yes, I might be bragging. I have to make up for having only lettered in Band when I was in high school. |
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Three coaches and two captains:
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| There should have been three more boys in this picture, but they chose not to follow rules and got removed from being a captain. J. and Paul were good boys. |
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The last photo of the bunch was kind of a surprise. There is an award given to the team member who exhibits exemplary sportsmanship while participating on a Laker team (meaning each team gets to chose a team member to receive the award) and is voted on by their teammates. It's called the Daggit award (named after a beloved former softball coach who died unexpectedly a few years back) and it's supposedly a big deal. It was awarded to Paul this year.
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| He got a plaque with his name on it. |
I was even more distraught upon hearing I missed seeing Paul get an award, and it wasn't so much that I'm a loser mom for having to do work things instead of attending stuff my kids participate in, it's more that I missed out on the experience where I am sitting at an uncomfortable lunch table in the high school cafeteria at a kind of overlong CC banquet and hearing the coaches talk about this award that I have heard of before once or twice and not paying much attention because J. H. or J. W. was gonna get it and I'm fiddling with my program and wishing I had another cookie, and....did they just say Paul's name?? Oh Em GEE (which means "Excuse me? Say that again?") they DID say Paul's name. He is an award-winner! People think he's some kind of Sportsmanship Superhero! Whee! Yay for Paul! And I missed jumping up and taking a ton of pictures of him toting his little plaque back to the table o' testosterone and seeing the other boys high five him.
And I missed seeing him (as one of the captains) hand out gag gifts to the rest of the team. I missed seeing and hearing He Who Does Not Speak At Home use a microphone and try to be a comedian. A talkative Paul is a rare thing, and I missed it.
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