I truly hate football.
I hate it even more after having to spend 3 hours in the ER with the kid yesterday. Thirty minutes into his game, he was walked off the field practically in tears and holding on to his shoulder. Two of his teammates were trying to see if he was ok, while the coaches were too worried about the next play to see was going on. While another parent ran to the concession stand to get a bag of ice, I helped him out of his shoulder pad thing, or whatever it’s called.
This is not what I signed up for.
For the past two games, my son’s team has been out matched in both size and skill. Although the ages range from 11-13, most of their opponents have been at least 6’1+ and are far more developed than my son’s team. With an 0-2 record, you can tell a child that winning isn’t everything until you’re blue in the face, but when was the last time you heard a winning team say that?
The coach thought it was a good idea to take him to the ER, so on to the ER we went. 3 hours and $49 co-pay later (oh the hospital was so generous to give me a 2% discount because I paid at the time of service..I can now retire early) the verdict was a deep tissue bruise, whatever that is. Apparently nothing some motrin and ice couldn’t fix. The x-ray technician said seeing young players was her typical Saturday afternoon, as she rolled in a kid with a severe back injury and his parents watched in tears.
I hate football and $49 discounted co-pays.
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