Everything was lined up perfectly to see how good Javalina was. We worked with him last week and saw him go from throwing around 25 feet at the first two meets on the shotput event to throwing a consistent almost 34 feet. We invited both sets of grandparents and my parents arrived Friday night to be here since they live farther away and his other grandparents who live in San Antonio were going to drive in Saturday morning. What else could happen to ruin the glorious day of victory for my son? Well, bad weather for one. How about them hormones? Yeah, they were there too.
There was a slight rain delay at the start of the meet, which was supposed to be at 9:00am. We got there about 8:50am, parked in the handicap section, thanks to Dad, and waited. After awhile the rain stopped and the kids came out from hiding. We quickly got off the Excursion and paid our cover to get in, $5.00 a head and followed the Big Boys over to the discus and shotput areas. This is when things got interesting, for all the wrong reasons.
The 7th graders started things off doing what they do best. One would think that while the 7th graders had their turn, the 8th grade boys would be focused and getting ready mentally. Nope, not our boy. I know he thinks he is being subtle and just casually glancing over to where the girls were, but in reality, he was more focused on the girls over there than anything remotely resembling a competition. After a while, the little 8th grade girls returned the favor by coming over and of course finding ways to be cute with the boys. Wife had steam blowing out of her ears because her son was supposed to be focused on competition, not the little girls all around him.
By the time the 7th graders were about done, Javalina comes over with the other discus thrower and two of the cuties asking me for money so he could go get something from the concessions. I just laughed a big cheesy grin because this is my boy being smooth with the ladies, and it appears the ladies like my boy. About 3 minutes later, of course, they called out for the 8th grade boys to report to the discus event. I figured he would still have time, but Wife was losing it because he should know better. A few minutes later he was back, I swear he was floating like Pepe LePew after catching the scent of his love. Oh yeah, this is supposed to be a track meet, so he finally got to work. He is not that great on the discus, he tells me, his favorite sport is the shot put. After throwing his 2nd attempt, the announcer over the intercom announced more bad weather coming so the events were all stopped and the kids all packed like chickens in a coop underneath the concrete bleachers because there was also a tornado warning.
We went back to sitting in the Excursion to wait. Thanks to our phones, we already knew how bad the storm looked on the radar. After about a half hour, Wife had had enough and she called the meet. I went looking for Javalina and I guess at the same time, he had been released to come with us because I ran into him before I got to the group of kids from his school. We made our way through the hard blowing cold wind and whipping rain to get out of the caged area and get in our vehicle to get out of there.
It was weird, while we were there, it felt like impending doom, but as soon as we left, it seemed like the clouds were clearing and even the sun was trying to break through. Javalina was upset with the whole day. He was sure he was going to do well on the shot put, but had to settle for giving us a show in teen age puppy love back and forth. It was still a cute experience, I thought. He was made happy again when Grandpa said he would treat him to a steak at Longhorn Steakhouse for lunch. It was even funnier to see him deny that he was doing any "flirting" out there when all of us could see his actions while we got through our meal.
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