Saturday Football

Ha! That blog entry title is sort of bogus. Entirely bogus? Yes. But it's a fun, hilarious memory.

Way back in the days of motherhood with young grade school kids, we lived in a university town which held the most amazing university pool. The pool was for university students, alum, and faculty. We fit two items in the bill, alum and faculty, and we were a shoo-in. (Well, we were paying shoo-ins.) Summers saw us in the pool all the time. ALL THE TIME.

I have no idea what triggers memories, some synapse or other, some flashback, or other, and in this case, perhaps a post-traumatic case of some sort or other. It's funny now, but at the time, I stood stock-still in bewilderment.

I had taken our three kids, ages probably something like 5, 8, and 9 years old to the university pool. We would all frolic, and we met other families and enjoyed their aquatic company there.
This afternoon, in my flashback memory, shows our three kids frolicking gaily and showing off their newly-accomplished strokes and aquatic maneuvers.

In an arrival that mimicked an Oklahoma hailstorm, the entire Oklahoma State University football team entered the tranquil pool in the heat of the Oklahoma afternoon. These weren't
your regular swimmers. Your regular ANYTHING. These men were like giant water buffalo, looking to cool off after an afternoon of whatever football players/giant water buffalo do. They jumped in the water. They cannon-balled into the water. And then the activity got even more - frantic? The football players began dunking each other and holding their victims under.

More splashing, more WAVES (I kid you not: think about 200-300+ lb men "frolicking" in a pool!)

I hauled our kids out from the get-go. How could they survive a football player tsunami??

I don't know what made me remember this day. I just remember the giant men, jumping in and playing like...little kids.