I'm not a stalker. I'm sure that sounds like a kind of thing a stalker would say, but in this case I can assure you, it's true.
I should begin by saying I'm from the Great State of Ohio. Back home, people tend to have the biggest love for God, Family and football...not necessarily in that order.
We live in North Carolina now and when our boys found out about a football camp your wonderful school provides, they couldn't wait to jump in.
You can understand my pleasant surprise then, when your head coach and team players introduced themselves, and we learned that you, too, were from the Buckeye State. I'm sure I gave a little "whoop" in the stands and the boys were excited to hear you were from Ohio as well.
Leaning to our boys, I mentioned how it would be cool for them to say hi to you and let you know we love Ohio.
You can imagine my shock that incurred, when my husband and I picked the boys up, only to hear one son jump in the car and say, "I told the quarterback "hi" for you, mom!"
"Wait. What?!" My eyes popped out as I turned to them in the back of the car.
"I told him you said, 'hi'!"
Starting to snicker, my husband took it exactly as I did.
Elbowing my ever loving husband, I tried to act nonchalant, "Baby, I didn't mean that I wanted to say hi to him, I meant for you...oh, never mind." The open stare from our son told me all I needed to know. "What did he say back to you?"
"Um, he just kind of looked at me weird and say, "Uh, say 'hi' back to your mom?"
My husband snorted trying to keep his hands on the wheel. Wanting to die, if there was a hole big enough to dig and crawl into, trust me, I would have. Evidently, our son continued to carry on the conversation with you, telling you I was from Ohio and wanted to know where in Ohio you were from. To make matters worse, he told you I liked the Cleveland Cavs and wanted to know if you liked them, too.
If, at this point, you weren't totally freaked out by my apparent obsession with you, I'm sure you were by now.
My husband had to slow the car down from laughing so hard while mentioning something about a restraining order that would disallow us from gracing the school or a football game, like, ever. We've never even been to a UNC football game, but I think it's safe to say, we'll wait until you graduate until we do.
On a positive note, besides the fact that again, I swear I'm not a stalker, the boys had about the best time they could've possibly had. You and your teammates and coaches were beyond phenomenal with the boys and they're begging to go back again next year. For that, we Thank You.
Trust me when I say this however, if they do return in future years, my husband can take them alone.