High school contact sports bring this intensity to a whole new level. Three player concussions in one game is not my idea of an entertaining evening. Watching my freshman carry the ball and get engulfed in a sea of JV players does not have the same magic it does when I watch the pros. All I can think of is those grown men have mothers who wince and squeeze the arms of their friends and say a prayer every time they get the ball too.
Now I'll admit that I'm squeamish and send most injuries my husband's way for calm analysis and repair. I mean, who prepares a parent for the broken arms, concussions, hurt ribs, cleat holes and general wear and tear of the teenage boy's body? Actually, there is no way to prepare anyone for the teenager at large, but I don't recall reading about these kinds of injuries in my "What To Expect The First Year" bible during my boy's early months. Back then I just needed to have the boo-boo ice pack for owies.