Good Time By All

When you are an eight-year-old boy, it is a guarantee that a good time will be had by all when the following occurs:

You run like your mama is chasing you:



You tackle like your mama isn't watching:



You quarterback a play by saying, "One 'ssippi, two 'ssippi , HUT!!" And all understand you.



You kick without worrying about nearby windows.




You smile in a way that convinces your parents to accept that it really is great to be eight.





For Chandler, there is no greater joy than gathering a few of his buddies for a game of flag football. Forget rented inflatables or hired entertainers or ponies that travel in an agonizingly slow circle. Nothing says celebration for him like a worn-out football, some freshly cut grass and a few of his favorite friends.





A penalty for excessive celebration caused this team to have to take it back to the trampoline. (Georgia fan anyone? Anyone? Hellooo....)



Halftime Show:


Stadium Fans:





It's true. The rumors circulating are correct. What you might have heard was accurate and right on the money: Eight really is great. And a good time was had by all.



Even by Chandler's mama.